My hands clench my rifle as I listen to the others wine & complain. I get it, they're upset because we got off course, crashed & are being hunted by damn invisible creatures, it's not ideal but they're not helping. After nearly an hour of it I turn sharply, "enough" I bark out, louder then intended, "I know you're tired & hungry but you're not helping" I watch there faces drain of colour in fear, but they're not looking at me, they're looking behind me. "what?" I ask.
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