Agartha's Castaway - Book 4
dealing with a golden retriever. But what else can I do? In movies I'd seen, people always ran—
most of them in the wrong direction. In this case, though, there was nowhere to run, and we
couldn't leave Mike behind to drown.
“This is no time to make jokes, Casey. A T-rex? C'mon!” Mike's voice came labored, his
words spluttering out like he was swallowing more than his fair share of mud and water.
“I'll get you out,” I whispered. “That's a promise.”
In the movies, this T-rex would have already gobbled us up, but this was real life, and right
now, the huge creature just appeared very curious, as if it wasn't quite sure what to make of the
humans. The problem was, curious always seemed to turn out dangerous in the end. The sharks
in the ocean had been curious, bumping into me and trying to figure out what I was. The spiders
had been curious before they stalked me. The duckbilled dinosaur had been curious before it
chased me in the woods. The croc had been curious before it launched that river attack. And now
this thing with teeth longer than its arms was following in their footsteps, right on cue.
It cocked its head again and sniffed the air, this time more loudly. I hoped it wasn't just
trying to savor the feast it was about to enjoy. A chill ran down my spine, and I started to sweat
profusely. Maybe it couldn't see so well, but I wasn't sure how good their noses were. If it had a
good sense of smell, it definitely had the upper claw in this little confrontation.
“I'll grab the vine,” whispered Jack. “We'll throw it in. Get Mike out. Then we all run as
fast as we can away from that thing…zigzagging through the trees. We can head south where the
jungle seems to be extra thick and overgrown, almost impenetrable. The T-rex is bound to get
tangled up some, plus there's great hiding spots.”
I shot Jack a sidelong glance. “But we left the vine over by the T-rex, and the trees with
more hanging vines are over there too.”
Jack let out a breath and seemed to be pondering another idea. If the river wasn't flooding
the hole, this would be the perfect opportunity for us to sneak up a tree while the T-rex was
distracted by Mike. I had no doubt Mike would be safe in the deep hole. We could keep a close
eye on the T-rex and Mike. The predator would eventually get bored and leave. We could come
back and throw Mike down a vine to get him out. But with the river flooding, this option was
thrown out the window.
“What the heck's going on?” Mike called from the pit below us.