12
The atmosphere is tense. The numbness we feel cannot be washed away with a joke or smile, not that anyone can manage either. Anger and despair flirt, both wanting to overwhelm the other and take over our minds. There’s no doubt what camp Quell belongs to. She abandoned despair with her last cry. For the rest of us, it’s touch and go.
‘Wait,’ says Takeshi. He’s holding Creed’s backpack and rope. ‘Quell, do you want this?’
‘You have it.’
‘Are you sure?’ She ignores him and walks on. He puts the rope over his shoulder and drops the backpack, the last material reminder of Creed.
The herds of Triceratops and Iguanodons tentatively return, undeterred by the silent vehicle that smokes into the sky.
‘Should we runs back to the huge rock?’ says Pip, eyelids blinking rapidly.
‘We can’t go
