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/* /*]] */ d14 “Mutie ants!” Ryan yelled. “Our only hope is the tree.”
The horrifying creatures were more than a foot long, and their mandibles were huge, disproportionate even to their grotesquely mutated size. Longer than a man’s finger, they clicked together in a deafening warning as the ants became aware of the six companions.
As Ryan load the charge, the front row of insects retreated, then regrouped in a solid phalanx of glittering death.
To hesitate was to die.
The crunching of delicate skeletons beneath boot heels almost drowned out the clicking jaws. Ryan could now see the main body of the killer army beyond the mangrove, and not an inch of ground was free of the iridescent horde that swept toward him.
Ryan gained the mangrove. Several low branches were within easy reach, and he made a running dive, swinging to safety with prehensile agility. When he was four feet above the carpet of ants, the one-eyed man finally looked for his friends. All were winning the desperate race. Except the old man.
Then, only a few strides from safety, Doc Tanner stumbled Northstar Rising
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