environment | climate change | rainforest | factory farming | dystopia
EARTHRISE — (Pt 69)
Can One 14-Year-Old Girl Infiltrate the Nerve-Centre of an All-Powerful Corporation in Time to Avert Eco-Armageddon?
This is Part 69
<< Back to Part 1
Once inside the small gloomy office, with the door closed, they took up stances and waited, swords raised, as the muffled rumble of descending boots grew louder.
Then they heard a noise behind them.
A shlurm had been hiding under the antique desk at the window. Now it stood up, and was cupping two of its hands to its mouth and screeching.
“It’s giving us away,” said Nisha.
Logan was the nearest. He raised his sword and rushed forward, but then hesitated. The shlurm carried on screeching.
“Kill it!” said Kane.
Logan made threatening lunges across the desk.
“We’ll let you live if you shut up,” he said.
The shlurm screeched more piercingly than ever. Logan hoisted his sword over his head, but still he hesitated.