“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Martin said, taking a deep breath.
Maxwell, still trembling, whispered, “Martin… who are these people? That kind of strength—could they be… savages?”
Martin wasn’t in the mood to argue. “There’s no such thing as savages,” he said absently.
“There is!” Maxwell’s eyes widened. “I’ve seen one with my own eyes—here, in this forest! A real savage, just like in those old documentaries!”
“What?” Martin froze. “You’re serious?”
Maxwell nodded hard. “I swear it! I saw him hunting beasts—he used giant spears just like those, threw them like arrows!”
Martin shook his head, refusing to believe. “Impossible. You must’ve seen wrong, Maxwell. There’s no way—”
Rustle… rustle…
The sound of heavy footsteps came from the woods to their left.
Dozens of them.
And they were getti
