My cry brought the others rushing to the tiny clearing.
“David?” Dinah called.
“Sw—” Whatever Sam had been about to say was overridden by Carlos calling out at the same time.
“David, what’s wrong?”
I turned to face them, my face, my hands, my clothes, all covered in blood, and to a man, they shied away in horror. Not Dinah, though, who was made of sterner stuff—hadn’t she challenged a shark to save my life? She would have come to me, but I held out a hand, keeping her back.
With a slow, repetitive sound, blood dripped to the floor of the forest. The body had been skinned and eviscerated, and a hand lopped off. The head lolled to the side, the eyes wide and staring, the mouth open in a silent scream. When I remembered the uncontrolled fury of whatever it was that attacked the two hapless men, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had happened while there was still life left in the body.