spshane
The wreckage should be here. The tracking device says so. The laws of physics say so. A plane goes down, it doesn't just vanish. But when he crests the ridge, when he looks down, what he sees-what slithers, what writhes, what moves-is not a plane.
He knows, instantly, that this moment will define him. The grainy footage, the sneering documentaries, the ironic memes. He knows they will judge him. But none of that matters now.
Because the thing is coming.
And it is fast.