Alinta splashed some water on her face and then peeled off her filthy clothes. She threw on a t-shirt and after a quick brush of her teeth she collapsed into her cot. Her leaden feet throbbed and she stretched her back cautiously. Even though Conner had helped her move the equipment, it had been an exhausting and frustrating day. They weren’t able to find any other clues as to who might have killed the student, but the obvious evidence pointed to one of their cryptids.
But was the evidence too obvious?
The nighttime sounds of the Australian bush lulled her to sleep despite her worries. A few hours later she woke with a start, but didn’t know why.
Was there an extra sound? No.
The night was silent. Alinta froze in her cot, forcing her breathing to stay steady.
Not normal. Ever.
There was someone. . . or something outside.
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