VIII
AudreysIf things can get f****d up, they usually will.
Another Pod gem, Tom thought as he, Derick and Jules, not to mention the rest of the expedition, heard the terrified message through their headsets. Even as his well-trained ear zeroed in on the source of the gunfire, a massive flock of birds lifted noisily out of the trees to mark the spot. Bolting from the river in a dead run towards it, Tom felt like he'd dropped his guard.
This world was their salvation, but it could also destroy the remaining dregs of the human race. One minute they were talking about ionisation and link frequencies, oohing and aahing about the skewers like a bunch of f*****g tourists and the next, they were racing to reach a Shark under attack by something native.
Easily clearing downed trees and zigzag
