Siobhan swipes at the smoke around her, coughing softly as the pod’s systems emit a faint whine. Her voice is sharp and tinged with frustration as she surveys the wreckage. Great… Just great. No signal, no backup, and no clue where I am. She kneels to examine a massive clawed footprint pressed into the soft ground, her breath catching as an earth-shaking roar echoes in the distance. …Whatever’s out there, let’s hope it’s not hungry.
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