Her face wet with tears as she laid on her side.
Her body felt so heavy. All she wanted to do was go to a deep sleep.
Skye could feel herself drifting away when a muffled sound caused her eyes to spring open.
"Grandpa?" She mumbled.
"He...ll...oo!" Came a very faint man's voice.
It came from above her head.
At first, her body refused to budge.
No, no!
Panic welled up within her as she screamed in her mind for her arms or mouth to obey.
"H-h-e-lp!" She croaked, finally. "H-help!"
Her mittens pounded on the snow overhead.
"I-I'm here! I'm h-here!" Her voice grew louder.
**
Jon was about to stand up when a faint voice emanated through the snow – "Help!"
A voice of a child.
'I'm here!" The voice continued.
He leaned and pressed his ear against the surface.
Thud – Thud.
The sound was coming more to his left, and he shifted toward it, and pressed his face down once more.
Thud.
Yes! He fumbled for an item from the belt and opened
it.
A shovel.
"Hang on! I'm coming for you!" He shouted.
And drove the metal blade into the snow.
**
Someone was coming for her!
Skye didn't know if she should laugh or cry as she closed her eyes.
She hoped he was quick to get her out, her lungs hurt so bad now. She was barely able to take any breath without the muscles of her ribs convulsing.
Her eyes still shut, she listened to the sound of metal scraping through the snow inching toward her.
It was music to her ears.
Wait – she heard another noise.
Hissing and clicking.
It came from where Grandpa was.
The sounds grew a bit louder.
Her eyes sprung open when she realized the bugs were coming straight for her.
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One Deadly Night
Ficção CientíficaA man and his granddaughter are buried alive. A soldier-turned-Park Ranger attempts a solo search to rescue them when an unknown alien force launched an invasion - where mankind becomes prey to the most dominant species on the planet. Who will sur...
