When Jake awoke an unknown length of time later, it was pitch black and the peace and quiet of the jungle had been replaced by the rabid and frantic cries of the animals under the influence of the red ore.
He did not understand previously the nature of these roars and groans, thinking that they were completely commonplace cries in a prehistoric jungle filled with dinosaurs and other alien creatures. However, after surviving an entire night inside, he now had a very different perspective.
Every roar seemed tinged with fury and even the singing of some cicadas had something deeply hostile about it. As if the goal was no longer to sing to seduce and reproduce, but to intimidate and assault.
