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Yeah.

[Please ignore how worn out she sounds, Rust.]

Yeah, she says the crabs showed up like something out of a horror movie--

[Shaw's assessment, obviously, not the Viking's.]

-- and a couple people got hurt, but they're all okay.

Fuck's sake. [ Emerges all in a breath, his voice a ragged scrap. He sways on his feet, adjusts his sweaty grip on the walkie. They're fine. Makes no fucking sense, but they're fine.

Leaving him to try and fit a vision to words. There's a pause, his gaze cutting across the landscape. He resists the compulsion to look back. ] I'm gonna, I'm gonna tell you what I saw. I'm up in the mountains a ways, yeah, and I, it's—

They're swarming the forest. I mean for miles that's all there was, en fucking masse. Trees're crawling with them. Like, like flies on a corpse, don't know what you're looking at at first. [ He stops. Not really a pause: he's run out of words or maybe energy.

Eventually: ] Where are you?

Coming for you. Close. Don't go too far. If you do move, move west.

[Sorry, buddy; she still thinks sharing exact locations over the walkies is probably a bad idea.]

You sound like crap.

[ He shakes his head. Swallows back you don't believe me. Of course she doesn't: she doesn't believe any of this. ] Don't be a fucking moron. [ He says, harsh. Feeling the words in his chest.

He retains the wit, at least, not to just tell her to run. ] Go back to base. They need you there.

Dude, you called me, and I'm close to your position. What the hell are you talking about?

Situation's changed, ain't it. [ Tense, not heated. ] Fuck, I don't know what the situation is.

I'm coming. Hoping to get there tomorrow.

[ Without realizing he makes a frustrated noise. He can't fairly argue that she ought to listen, pay attention to what he's seen—not when he doesn't know where it came from, when it could be something in his head turning reality like a kaleidoscope. It sure as hell sounds crazy out loud. ]

Alright. [ Said in the same tone as: fuck. ] But you start seeing crabs, you head the other way.