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buzzing
sound. It came at a distance, the continuous drone of something
motorized and manmade. The noise approached rapidly. I jumped to my
feet excitedly, my heart pounding in my chest. It was a helicopter.
I was going to be rescued!
    Bubba Jr.’s hair stood up on top of his head,
his happy countenance had transformed into a suspicious sneer. He
grabbed me, which was a shock, and dragged me behind a rock. This
must have been an instinctual reaction.
    “It’s fine!” I pushed against him. “They’re
here for me. They’re gonna take me home. We’ve nothing to worry
about.”
    “Gggrroooarrrr…”
    I wanted to stand and wave my arms, but the
stupid, obtuse ape wouldn’t let me go. “For shit’s sake!” We were
on the side of the mountain, overlooking a ravine filled with trees
and rocks. There was no place for a helicopter to land. I could
just see it from the edge of the boulder. It approached slowly, the
sound of the rotor blades producing a repetitive whop, whop, whop.
“Let me go!”
    He released his grip slightly, allowing me to
peek around the boulder. What I saw was heartening. A sense of
relief swept through me. The helicopter was stationary and several
ropes had fallen from its underbelly. Men dressed entirely in black
began to repel, lowering quickly, until their booted feet hit the
ground.
    They’re certainly going through a lot of
effort to get me. Wow. Why would they need rifles? That’s a bit
excessive, isn’t it? They’re just here to pick me up, not shoot me.
What the fuck…
    Ten men, if not more, had dropped from the
chopper, which continued to hover. The sound was deafening, while
gusts shook nearby trees. Lendal appeared behind us, having climbed
out of the newly found cave.
    “Bad men!” he rasped. “Whhooaarrr…” He stood
with his feet apart; his hands were on his hips. Then he snarled,
baring sharp-looking teeth, while spittle dribbled from the corners
of his mouth.
    I felt a moment of doubt, wondering if what
he had just said was true. The men had disappeared, as if they knew
exactly where they were going. To the tropical cave!
    “No. That can’t be.”
    But as I uttered those words, I knew it was
true. They weren’t here to rescue me after all. They were Bigfoot
hunters! There were several primal roars below, the sounds of
Sasquatch anger. I didn’t know which of the animals had responded,
not being able to see anything, but one thing was clear, this
wasn’t my rescue.
    I eyed Bubba Jr. “You can let me go. I won’t
move, I swear.” He released his grip, grunting and gesturing
towards Lendal. “You can’t go down there, boys. You gotta stay
here.”
    Neither ape seemed keen on joining the fight.
They had other things on their minds. “We take care of you,” said
Bubba Jr. Lendal wheezed in agreement. The sound of gunfire erupted
in the gorge below.
    “Oh, my God, no!”
    This was horrible! They were shooting at the
Sasquatches! Leslie was with them! She had her baby! I scrambled to
the edge of the path, peering over the side at the scene, which
horrified me. There was an ape beating a man’s head against a rock,
but a shot range out, and the creature stiffened, having been hit.
The gunfire had come from above, and I glanced at the helicopter,
seeing a man sitting in the opening of the door with a rifle in his
hand.
    “Holy shit!”
    He had been perceived, and several rocks came
his way, thrown by an unseen ape. He ducked inside the craft,
missing being hit, but the angry Sasquatches continued to throw
rocks, one after the other. A decisive throw was aimed at the rotor
blades; the spinning prongs of metal caught the rock in such a way
that one snapped, hitting several others in a domino effect. The
damage was irreparable. Ropes dropped from the bottom of the
helicopter, while men descended rapidly. The craft pitched
dramatically, and, before the men had reached the ground, it
crashed into the rocks, fire shooting into the air, catching
several trees, which burst