Drabble #8

We found footprints on a dead planet, so we followed them, sort of. The indentations, ten perfect circles surrounding a crescent shape, suggested no particular direction. Our scanners were limited, only picking up trace heat signatures. We’d come across the middle of its path and we split up, marking our starting spot on the shared map and promising to check in every five minutes.

After twenty minutes the other group went quiet. We started to head back when something faint came over our speakers. “Coming your way…” was all we heard. We peered back along the trail.

Who was coming?

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