Chapter 60: To the ship.
TURNING HIS UPPER body, Nigel swiped with his knife, a gleaming arc of his blade, catching the flamingo’s lower talon with a sickening crunch. He severed a leg, the bird screeching in pain as it tumbled from the sky, a flurry of feathers.
Pete bounded to his feet. Thank God.
All around them, the birds squawked, their calls enraged by the attack. Nigel turned in time to see Pete roll, evading another dive, and then the royal dashed around a dense nomad bush, disappearing for a moment.
Up ahead, the ship, a metallic glint through the trees, was exactly where they had left it. Fallen trees still appeared scattered around the imposing space vessel, silent sentinels. Nigel jumped the first large stone, then cleared the second, careful to avoid the bubbling mega sludge that oozed between them. Pete followed, moving with renewed caution. This time, the bloke was acutely aware of the danger, meticulously avoiding getting any of the noxious goop on him.