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“Scare the crap out of the as he spoke “Off you go,” he added, which didn’t make any sense

“Go where?”

“Not you You stay”

Who then? She didn’t get a chance to ask because that’s when the screa started

Chapter Four

Friday curled herself into the sun in the direction Striker had pointed her Flashes of light illu out Dirt fell Dust billowed Through the thick cloud, in the hazy flashes of light, she could make out Striker’s back as he crouched a few feet in front of her

“Snake! Snake!” so ent up, echoing off the walls as it traveled down the tunnel

She stilled as the cry sank in There were snakes in the tunnel Slithering, veno turned into shallow panting as she fought the very real urge to run screa Still She had to stay still She had to protect the ned

“I’m down, I’m down It bit my neck!”

“Where is the fucker?”

Another bone-chilling scream

“What the hell kind of snake is that?”

“Where did it go? Where is it? Can anyone see it? I can’t see it”

A panicked roar “It got me!”

“Shoot it!”