Arthur stood motionless at first, staring at the impossible sight, a surreal mix of horror and validation flooding him. Then, as one of the eggs near the shoreline jostled unnaturally—just a twitch, a jerk—he snapped into motion. He turned and ran with the rest of them.
Arthur sprinted up the dune path, heart hammering, breath ragged. He didn’t stop until he reached his truck, fumbling the door open with shaking hands. He slammed it shut behind him and turned the key. The engine roared to life, and the radio crackled on.