It was one of those what-if situations.
And the what ifs at play here? Well, they weren't the kind you'd want to mess around with.
The odds of them ending well was a chance none would be willing to gamble their lives on.
This particular what if that was in play also happens to tilt in an unfavourable condition for them.
"Certainly. As much as I hate to admit it, it's plausible it could be true!" Ian said, his tone acknowledging the unsettling possibility.
"I don't think 'plausible' is the word we're looking for here," Aldrich replied, his voice tinged with scepticism. "Just think about it: they leave behind no trace, and then it starts raining. Suddenly, there are footprints. Some unknown things walking around in the rain. Do you really think that's a coincidence?"
Aldrich's theory hit a nerve, and Ian couldn't deny it anymore.
The idea had its tracks to lay its assumption on.
"Crap!" Ian muttered, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
