BonesToMakeABeat

A screech behind me jolted me to my feet. Oh no, not here, not again was the only thought I could push through my panic stricken brain as I started to run. My feet tripped heavily over the decayed jungle floor, stumbling over branches that seemed to reach out just to hinder my escape. Another cry, sounding like a feral bird, raised the hairs on my neck as I pushed myself even faster. I did not know how I came to be here, only that our helicopter hit turbulence. And, that noise. That terrible noise. It sounded like a creature being torn apart with a chainsaw. We had been touring a series of recently discovered volcanic islands in the Pacific.