Dread
Whatever creature these eggs belonged to was beyond his knowledge. “John, we should head back to the jeep,” Kofi said, his voice barely more than a whisper. There was an urgency to his tone that wasn’t there before, an urgency that startled John out of his reverie. John gave the nest a final glance, filled with both fascination and trepidation and got up.
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