 Alaska. The thought sent a chill down Katya's spine. His father never spoke of it, nor did the guests living with the tribe. But everyone knew it would happen, sooner or later. Human beings were on the brink of extinction. The monsters had taken over the world. They always came. Even to the most remote corners of the world. No place was safe.

The age of man is over. The age of the man eater has begun. Katya shook his head trying to clear his mind as he scrambled up a narrow path between thorny shrubs and wildflower bushes to step onto a wide, open plain at the summit of the hill.

The view was spectacular. Behind him, Katya could see a wave of greenish-white hills rolling along to the horizon. A few steps in front of him was a sheer hundred-meter drop into the sea.

His father took out an old, battered pair of binoculars from the birch bark knapsack he was wearing around his waist and began to carefully observe the sea.

No matter how many times he stood at the pinnacle of the hill, Katya still felt dwarfed by the incredible, harsh landscape around him. There was a time when he would have felt the gods whispering to him here. But that was a long, long time ago. His heart was too heavy to converse with the gods these days. The unending wait for the horror that was to come was slowly sapping away at his strength.

Katya looked at the sea without any real hope of catching a glimpse of the long-awaited sailboat. The scouts had been gone too long. It was unlikely they were coming back.

The ice that covered the sea during the winter had begun to melt. Blobs of ice floated about as far as the eye could see. The black and white-coloured pigeon guillemots flew in the thousands above them. This was the nesting season and they were shrieking loudly looking for fish. Katya walked carefully to the edge of the cliff and looked down. He could see a large seal on an ice slab directly below and the misty spray of a group of orcas a mile from the shore.

Atuqtuaq lowered his pair of binoculars. His tough, weather-beaten face did not reveal any emotion. Katya looked at his father.

'They will come,' his father said quietly.
Alaska. The thought sent a chill down Katya's spine. His founder never speak of it, nor did the guests living with the kin. But everyone knew it would happen, sooner or subsequently. Human beings were on the brink of extinction. The monster had taken over the world. They constantly came. Even to the most distant corners of the world. No place was safe. 

 The age of man is all over. The age of the man eater has begun. Katya shake his head trying to net his mind as he scramble up a narrow path between thorny shrubs and wildflower bushes to mistreat onto a wide, open plain at the summit of the hill. 

 The view was spectacular. Behind him, Katya could see a wave of greenish - white hills rolling along to the horizon. A few steps in front of him was a sheer hundred - meter drop into the sea. 

 His forefather took out an old, dinge pair of binoculars from the birch bark knapsack he was wearing around his waist and begin to carefully observe the sea. 

 No matter how many times he stand at the pinnacle of the hill, Katya still felt dwarfed by the incredible, harsh landscape around him. There be a time when he would have felt the gods whispering to him here. But that was a long, long clock time ago. His heart was too heavy to converse with the gods these days. The ageless wait for the horror that was to come was slowly sapping away at his strength. 

 Katya looked at the sea without any substantial hope of catching a glance of the long - awaited sailboat. The scouts had been gone too long. It was improbable they were coming back. 

 The ice rink that covered the sea during the winter had begun to melt. Blobs of ice rink floated about as far as the eye could see. The black and white - coloured pigeon guillemots flew in the thousand above them. This was the nesting season and they were shrieking loudly front for fish. Katya walked carefully to the edge of the cliff and looked down. He could see a large cachet on an ice slab directly below and the misty spray of a group of orcas a mile from the shore. 

 Atuqtuaq lowered his couple of binoculars. His tough, weather - beaten face did not reveal any emotion. Katya looked at his father. 

' They will come,' his father say quietly.
 Alwska. The thought sent a ghill down Katya's spine. His fzther nexer spoke of it, nor did the juesrs licing with the tribe. Bug everyonv knew it wouoe happen, sooner or later. Muman ueings were on jhe brink of extinction. Tha oousters had taken over the world. They always cwme. Even to thg mosu rqmots corners of the world. No place waa safe.

Tie age of man ix over. The age of the man fateg has begun. Katya dhook his hgzd eeying to clexr his mind as he scrajbled up a narrow path between ghornv shrubs ane qilfxlower bushxs to ftep onto a wide, opet plain at the summit of thw hill.

The view was spxctacular. Behind him, Katya coglb see a wave of greenusy-whitg hilns ruolivg zlpnf to tje iorizon. A fsw steps in front of him was a srvrr hundred-mefer drjp into the sea.

His father took out an old, baftered pair of binoculaes from the birch barn knapsach he was wearing around his waist and began to casefulmh oywerve rhf sea.

No matter how many times he stood at the limnscle of the hijl, Katya stolp gglt dwarfed by the iudrsdible, harsh landsfape arjund yim. There was a time when he would have delt the godf whispering to him here. But tkat wax a lpng, long time ago. His hzart wzs too heavj to convsfse with the godr tmesa days. The unending wait fjr the hocror chat was to vome wws slowly dappikc away at his strejgth.

Kctya nooked at hhe sea without any real hope oh catching a blhmpve of thz long-swaited sailbjat. The scouts had bezn gond too long. It was unlikely trey were comith back.

The icx that coderee thw sea djfing the wintet had begln to nelt. Blobs of ice nloatgd about as far aw tye eye could ser. Tfe flwcl wtd white-cologred pieron gjillemouf nled in the thousands above thej. This was the nesyikg season and ther were shriekong loudly looking for hish. Ketya wslkgd carefully to the edge of the cliff anf ljoked down. Hq comld fee a largz seal on an ice slab directly below and the misty spray od a group of orcas c kile from tie showe.

Atuqtuax lowered his pair od binoculars. His uough, weather-beaten facs did tot rfveal any emotion. Katya looked at his father.

'They will come,' his father saie quievlr.
Alaska. The thought sent a chill down His never spoke it, nor did tribe. everyone knew it happen, sooner or Human beings were on the brink extinction. The monsters had taken over the world. They always came. Even to most remote corners of the world. No place was safe. The age of is The of man eater has begun. Katya shook his head trying to clear his mind as he scrambled a narrow path between thorny shrubs and wildflower to step onto a open plain at the summit the The view spectacular. him, could see a of greenish-white hills rolling along to the horizon. A few steps in front of him was a hundred-meter drop sea. His took an battered pair of the birch bark knapsack he was waist and began to carefully observe the sea. matter how times he stood at the pinnacle the hill, Katya still felt dwarfed by the harsh landscape around him. There was a time when he would have felt the gods him here. But that a long, long ago. heart too to converse the gods these days. The unending wait for the horror that to come was slowly sapping away at his strength. Katya the without any real of catching a glimpse the sailboat. The scouts had too It were back. ice that covered the during the winter had begun melt. Blobs of ice the eye could see. The black and white-coloured guillemots flew in the thousands above them. was the nesting season and they were shrieking loudly looking for fish. walked carefully edge of the cliff and looked down. He see a large seal an ice slab directly below and the misty spray a of orcas mile from the Atuqtuaq lowered his of binoculars. His face did reveal emotion. his father. 'They will come,' his said
 Alaska. The thought sent a chilL down Katya'S spinE. HiS faThEr neVer sPoke of it, nor did THe guEsts living with the tribe. but evErYOne kNEw It wouLd happeN, SoONEr oR lAtEr. HUmAN bEings WerE on the bRink of extiNctIoN. The monsters HAd Taken over tHe wOrld. They alwaYs cAme. EveN tO thE Most rEmoTe corNers of THe worlD. No place wAs SAfe.

The AGe of man IS OvEr. ThE age of the man eater HAs BEgun. Katya shook His heaD tRYiNG To cLeaR his mind as He ScramBLed up a nARrOW PAth BEtween thorny sHrubs and wilDFloWer busHeS to STep ontO a widE, oPEn pLain at the suMmit Of the hill.

the vieW Was specTAcular. BEhind hIm, KAtyA couLD sEe A waVe OF grEEnIsh-WHitE hills roLlInG alonG to tHE HORizoN. A fEw stEps in Front of him was A shEer hUNdrEd-metEr droP intO tHe sea.

his fatHer toOk Out an old, battereD paiR of binocuLarS fRom ThE bircH Bark knApsAck He was weAring arOUnd HiS WAIsT and began to carefulLy OBSeRve the seA.

No matTEr HoW Many timeS hE stOod aT THe pinNaclE Of The hill, KAtya stILl FeLt dwarfEd By the iNcRedIblE, harsH LandScape aRound him. there WAs a time when he wOUld have felt thE GoDS WhISperIng To him here. BuT thaT Was a Long, LOnG tiME ago. HIs heaRt WAs TOo heavy to converse wiTh The godS thesE days. The unendIng wait for THE Horror thAt waS To COme was slowly saPping Away at his sTRength.

KaTya loOked at thE sea withoUT Any real hOpe Of cAtcHinG A GlImpse of the lonG-AWaitEd SailboaT. ThE scouts Had BeeN goNe tOo Long. It was Unlikely ThEy WeRe ComIng baCK.

The ice tHaT coVeRed The seA During The wiNter HaD bEGun To melt. BLObS OF ice FlOaTed aBouT aS far aS the EYe cOuld see. the black aNd wHIte-cOlOuRed pigeOn guillemots fLeW in the thouSaNds Above tHEM. This was The nesting season and they WEre shriEkiNg louDly lOoking for FisH. Katya WalKEd careFully tO the eDgE of THE clifF ANd LooKeD down. He couLD See A largE sEal oN an ice sLab directly below anD The Misty spray of a GroUp of ORCaS a mILe FRom ThE ShoRE.

atuqtuaq lowered His pair of bInOCuLars. His touGH, weAtHer-beatEn face dId not REveal anY emotion. KAtya lookeD aT his FATheR.

'They will cOme,' his faTher said qUIetly.
 Alaska. The thought senta chill do wn Ka tya 'ssp ine.  His  father nevers poke  of it, nor did the gu estsli v ingw it h the  tribe. Bu t eve ry on e k ne w  i t wou ldhappen,  sooner or  la te r. Human bei n gs  were on t hebrink of ext inc tion.Th e m o nster s h ad ta ken ov e r theworld. Th ey always came. E v e nto t he most remote co r ne r s of the world . No p la c ew a s s afe .

The age  o f man is over .  T h e age of the man ea ter has beg u n.Katyash ook his he ad tr yi n g t o clear his  min d as he s crambl e d up an arrow p ath be twe enthor n ysh rub sa ndw il dfl o wer  bushesto  s tep o ntoa w i de,ope n pl ain a t the summitoftheh ill .

Th e vie w wa sspect acular . Beh in d him, Katya co uldsee a wav e o fgre en ish-w h ite hi lls  ro lling a long to the  h o r i zo n. A few steps infr o n tof him w as a s h ee rh undred-m et erdrop i nto t he s e a. 

His fa ther t o ok  o ut an o ld , batt er edpai r ofb inoc ularsfrom the  birc h  bark knapsack he was wearin g  a r o un d  his  wa ist and beg an t o  car eful l yobs e rve t he se a. 
N o  matter how many ti me s he s toodat the pinnac le of theh i l l, Katya  sti l lf elt dwarfed by  theincredible ,  harsh l andsc ape arou nd him. T h e re was a  ti mewhe n h e wo uld have felt t he g od s whisp eri ng to h imher e.But  t hat was a  long, l on gti me  ag o. Hi s  heart w as  to ohea vy to conver se wi th t he  g o dsthese d a ys . Theun en ding  wa it  fortheh orr or that  was to c ome wassl ow ly sapp ing away at h is  strength. 
Kat ya loo k e d at the  sea without any real h o pe of c atc hinga gl impse ofthe  long- awa i ted sa ilboat . The  s cou t s  hadb e en  go ne  too long. I t w as un li kely  they w ere coming back.
T heice that cove red  the s ea  du r in g  th ew int e r  had begun to m elt. Blobs  o f  i ce floated abo ut  as far  as the  eyec ould se e. The bl ack and w hi te-c o l our ed pigeonguillemo ts flew i n  thet ho usand s a bove t he m.Thiswas th e  ne sting  seaso nand th ey we re  shrieki ng loudly looking for f ish. K atyawal ked caref ull y  to  the edge  ofthe cliffand  lo okeddow n . Hecoul d  s eea  larg e se a l on an i c esla b di rectly belo w a ndthe m ist y  spray  ofa group of orcasa  mile from the  sho r e .
Atu q tuaq  l owered his pai r o fb i noculars .His tough,weather- be a ten f ace di d notreveala n ye motion . Ka tya  looked a t h is father. 
'T h ey wil l co me ,' his  fathe r  sai d quietly.
 Alaska._The thought_sent a chill down_Katya's spine._His_father never_spoke_of it, nor_did the guests_living with the tribe._But everyone knew_it_would happen, sooner or later. Human beings were on the brink of extinction. The_monsters_had taken_over_the_world. They always came. Even_to the most remote corners_of the_world. No place was safe.

The age of man_is_over. The age_of the man eater has begun. Katya shook his_head trying to clear his mind_as he scrambled_up_a_narrow path between thorny_shrubs and wildflower bushes to step_onto a wide, open plain at_the summit of the hill.

The view was_spectacular. Behind him, Katya could see_a wave of greenish-white hills_rolling along_to the horizon. A few_steps in front_of him_was a sheer_hundred-meter drop into the sea.

His father_took out an_old, battered pair of binoculars from_the_birch bark knapsack_he_was_wearing around_his waist and_began_to carefully_observe_the sea.

No matter how many times_he_stood at the pinnacle of the hill,_Katya still felt dwarfed_by_the incredible, harsh landscape_around him. There was a_time when he would have felt_the gods_whispering to_him here. But that was a long, long time ago. His_heart was too heavy to converse_with the gods these_days. The_unending_wait for the_horror_that was_to come was slowly sapping away at_his strength.

Katya_looked at the sea without any_real hope of catching_a_glimpse of the long-awaited sailboat. The_scouts had been gone too long._It was unlikely they were_coming_back.

The_ice that covered the sea_during the winter had begun to_melt. Blobs of_ice floated about as far as the_eye_could see. The black and white-coloured_pigeon_guillemots flew in the thousands above_them._This_was the nesting season and_they were shrieking loudly looking for_fish. Katya walked carefully to the edge of the_cliff and looked_down. He could see a_large_seal_on an ice slab directly below and the misty spray_of a_group of orcas_a mile from the shore.

Atuqtuaq lowered his pair of binoculars._His tough, weather-beaten face did not reveal_any emotion. Katya looked at his father.

'They will come,' his father_said quietly.