A slash of razor-sharp claws. A dead weight landing on his shoulders, knocking him to the ground. Amber pinned beneath him, screaming. Claws raking into his back. Snarling jaws ripping apart his Go-bag. His vision filling with a blinding fire. Then blackness … Connor parted his eyes. The early glow of dawn was visible on the horizon. Birds sang softly from the trees and insects hummed in the long grass. The embers of a campfire smouldered gently, sending up a plume of hazy grey smoke. In the middle was a flat rock upon which three plump white sausages sizzled, browning as they cooked. Lying prone on the ground, Connor felt as if his back was on fire, cooking like those sausages. Then someone pressed a smooth paste into his wounds, soothing the burning sensation. As the pain subsided, Connor sighed and closed his eyes. But the relief was short-lived. All of a sudden he felt a sharp pinch on his shoulder as if he’d been bitten. Looking for the source of the attack, he saw a young black girl with rounded cheeks and bright eyes kneeling beside him.
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