Chapter 19
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And I know this was in present tense before, and suddenly it's in paste tense, but I think we can make a deal: as long as it's in first person, it's present tense, and third person it's not.
"Get your hands off me," muttered Tabitha, shaking the twins off her. She tripped and fell, and began coughing.
"What are you doing? That thing's gonna catch us!" screeched Eddie, picking her up again.
"I can't," she moaned. They could hear the beast crashing through the flora and fauna after them. Crash picked her up and they resumed running. He was surprised at how heavy she was-she didn't look this heavy. Panting, he ducked behind a tree and set her down again. The trio huddled together, hoping against hope that the creature wouldn't find bit back a scream as something wet and slippery brushed against her foot. She suddenly felt even more nauseous when she was hit by the fowl stench. It smelled...rotten. Like rotten eggs, rotten leaves, rotten fish, rotting corpse. The thing passed them, and she hurled again.
"Gee whiz, how many times are you going to throw up?" whined Eddie.
"Yeah, it really stinks," complained Crash.
"Can we just get out of here?" growled Tabitha, her mood growing more sour by the moment.
"We're trying! But all your-"
"DO you really think I like throwing up?" snapped Tabitha weakly.
"Well..."
"Don't answer that."
"Okay."
For once the stupid twins seemed to understand. Maybe dire situations do that to people.
The sickening stench wafted into the trio's noses, causing all three to gag. Tabitha realized with dismay that Crash and Eddie were back to dragging her unkindly through the flora. Rustled and grunt came from the side, and she held back a whimper. Whimpering defined a wimp.
A not-quite-deafening, but still- quite- loud roar filled the jungle, causing leaves on smaller trees to tremble, and an orange figure leapt into view, as another, less pleasant figure came at them. Diego threw himself upon the threat to the possums and Tabitha, clawing and biting and getting clawed and bitten himself.
It was Tabitha's turn to pull the possums along.