“If we sneak out through the bushes, there’s a possibility they won’t see us until we’ve reached the car.”
I looked behind me. “Are you crazy? Those are thorn bushes.”
“Well, we can’t go out there.” He pointed at the rock where our clothes were drying after our swim. They would kill us. If they were merciful it would be quick, if they were bored… How long would I survive torture?
“We crawl through there. You get into the car. Start it—”
“I don’t have the key.”
If looks could kill I wouldn’t have to worry about the flesh-eaters.