Page 4 of Prison Moon

The moment the words were out of his mouth, Sara heard it. The rustle of branches, the pounding of feet against the ground, snarls and growls that filled the air loud enough she barely heard the massive door on the spacecraft close. She glanced at it as the hiss of air stirred the dirt around her. It was leaving.

She turned back to the jungle. The noise was getting closer, blood rushing past her ears so fast she was dizzy from the wild pulse of it.

The natives were coming.

She grabbed Marcy’s arm and tugged her forward, then grabbed Emma. “Move!”

“But they’re in there?” Emma screamed.

“Then die out here of starvation.”

She didn’t wait to see if either of them was going to follow. Honestly, she didn’t give a shit. She barely knew them, and their lives meant nothing to her but hers sure as hell did so—she ran.

She ran straight into the jungle where the snarling and growling grew louder and hoped like hell she didn’t meet what was on the other side.