sORRY FOR NOT updating! I'm back on again! i gave it up for lent, y'see...
ANYwho...so...this chapter might not be all that great but dont worry:
THE ACTION IS COMING!
HEART WRENCHING DEATHS!
PAIN
SADNESS
THEN
a passion fruit!
"But what if it becomes an epidemic and kills us all?" squeaked Amadan. Jose rolled his eyes. Then we kill the sick and burn the bodies before they infect us, he thought. What he said was different. "Don't worry. It's under control," he growled.
"Peaches!" called Eddie hoarsely. They'd been calling her name and scavenging for clues for hours, venturing off trails at times. "PEACHES!" yelled Manny desperately. Tabitha was bored, worried, and fed up. "PEACHES IF YOU HERE US YOU BETTER GET YOUR STINKY BUTT OVER HERE THIS INSTANT BEFORE YOU WAKE UP ONE DAY WITHOUT THE ABILITY TO TALK," she screamed. "Yikes," commented Crash, fingering his throat. "Don't threaten her!" said Manny threateningly. "Why not? It's not like she can hear us. I mean, if I was a little kid lost in a land of dinosaurs and I heard my Mom screeching my name like a madwoman, I'd make haste." Buck gave her a look that said, You're not helping. Manny sighed. "Maybe we should look somewhere else, then…You know, cover more ground." Buck raised an eyebrow. "And what if she's around the corner, having woken up without the ability to speak?" Manny looked forlorn, and his eyes grew distant. Oh, boy, here comes a long story about how back on the farm they covered every square inch of ground with corn seed, thought Tabitha. She walked away to where Ellie was. "I already lost one child, I'm not going to let that happen again. What do you think would be better—You've been in this situation before…" Buck winced. "Well, it's not like I succeeded, or anything. In finding Tabitha, I mean." "What didn't you do when you searched?" "I didn't suspect that she could have gotten so far in such a short time. From what I've been told, while I was still searching within a five-mile radius, she was almost twenty miles away." Manny said nothing.
Everything seemed hopeless.
"PEACHES!" screamed Ellie desperately. "ANSWER US!" A flock of dormant butterflies exploded into flight, and a few vegetarian dinosaurs stopped grazing to start gazing at the weird furry thing making loud noises.
Ellie could see why Buck had gone insane, living down here with no other "intelligent" life. Everything down here was survival: eat, sleep, lay an egg, claw the eye out of someone.
It was almost as if they, the herd, were all alone.
Or so she thought.
"Maggie," Matthias tapped his foot impatiently. "Whatever you're goin' to tell us, could you…I don't know, tell us?" "All in good time, son. There are a few things you need to know about the plant, and the illness.
The plant is easy to miss. It looks so common. It has seven white petals and orange pollen, the flower is about the size of Matthias's fist. It's found in volcanic, rocky-type areas. Like on cliffs near a caldera—that sort of thing. The illness…The illness is another matter."
"Receiving the illness second-handedly, or third-handedly would be a slower death that having been stabbed by the plant itself. The poison makes its may into the bloodstream, and as you may have noticed, the vein-like marks appear on the victim's skin. It will, at first, appear as though they've caught the flu, but the condition will worsen quickly. Exhaustion, nausea, fever, and violent coughing, accompanied by vomiting are some symptoms." "Vomiting? Sid didn't…at least not…okay perhaps…" Maggie glanced at Dorothy. "Yes,vomiting blood; coughing up blood. It's a very painful way to die. Added to this, vivid hallucinations may occur in some cases, as well as dizziness." The she-weasel's face was white.
This would not be easy.