She saw a long-dead, fallen redwood trunk nearby, and a natural triangular hiding space had formed beneath the trunk.
"Pterosaurs are coming! Everyone, get under that fallen tree, hurry!"
"Pterosaurs?"
This word finally triggered everyone's nerves.
In their confusion, they instinctively looked up.
At this sight, everyone was scared out of their wits.
They saw a giant, never-before-seen monster bird circling and hunting in the low altitude less than fifty meters above their heads.
It had demonic, leathery wings with a wingspan exceeding ten meters, blotting out the sky and Sun.
Its ferocious, red crest was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and its long beak, filled with sharp teeth, was like a guillotine ready to be stained with blood at any moment. A pair of golden, slit pupils coldly looked down at the ants on the ground, its ferocity overwhelming.
That was no bird, but a God of Death from the sky, from the Jurassic era.
"Run!"
Strange was the first to react. Although he usually looked unserious, his brain worked fast in moments of life and death.
He did not even have time to care about his dropped headphones; he grabbed the dazed Banner and sprinted towards the fallen tree.
Only then did the others wake up from their dream, screaming as they followed behind Alice, rushing toward the only shelter like a group of frightened rabbits.
"Caw, caw, caw!"
The pterosaur discovered its prey and let out an excited, Strange cry.
It folded its wings, its body like a black missile, diving down with a whistling wind.
"Quick! Get in!"
Alice was the first to crawl under the tree trunk, then turned to help the others.
Strange and Banner scrambled in, and Hughes, relying on his long legs, followed closely behind.
Only the bald middle-aged man, Donald, remained.
He ran the slowest, and the heavy luggage bag in his arms became the biggest burden.
Just when he was less than five meters from the tree trunk, in his panic, he did not notice the gnarled, thick tree roots under his feet.
"Bang!"
He was tripped hard, his whole body falling to the ground like a meatball, face-planting into the dirt.
And that brown luggage bag, which he viewed as his life, flew out of his hand due to inertia, rolling onto the open ground several meters away.
"My luggage, my money, oh no, my bag!"
Donald did not care about his mouth full of mud and screamed in terror.
Banner was closest to him. Seeing this, he ignored the danger and stuck half his body out, grabbing Donald by the back of his collar, trying to forcibly drag him under the tree trunk: "Forget the bag, get in quickly, it's coming down!"
"No, let me go!"
Donald did not know where he got the strength, but he actually broke free from Banner's arm like a madman.
His eyes only had that luggage bag, as if it contained something more important than his own life.
"Don't go, you'll die!"
Alice called out from under the tree trunk.
But it was too late.
Greed or fear blinded Donald's eyes. He scrambled out on all fours, lunging toward that luggage bag.
Just as his fingers touched the handle of the luggage bag, and a trace of ecstatic joy at recovering it appeared on his face, a suffocating, fishy stench assaulted his nose.
A huge Shadow descended from the sky, completely covering his World.
He instinctively looked up.
In that instant, he saw that giant mouth filled with fangs, and saw those emotionless golden slit pupils.
"Ah—"
A scream, reaching the extreme of misery, echoed through the mountains and forests.