(“Run! Come on! Run!” Miles yells.)
We turn and break for the camper. Benga loses his footing in the mud and begins to fall. Makali cradles Benga in his arms and runs. I am right by their side. We reach the motor home door. Miles and Jacob help us carry Benga into the dark camper. I slam the door.
“Holy shit! They’ve found us already.”
“We’ve got company, Mates. This may get bad – real bad!”
Jacob is drenched and breathing heavily, “Anyone see the third one?”
“No,” Benjamin answers. “But you can bet she’s here.”