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Jackie watched in horror。 The branches bent； held him up for a final second or two but his sliding weight was too much for them and then they catapulted him down。
The dog had him the moment he struck the ground； Eric Atkinson's final scream of agony torn from his throat in a mass of bloody flesh； a jagged open wound that pumped scarlet fluid； saturating the crazed beast as it bit and tore； its fangs crunching on brittle bones。 The man's head sagged to one side； the vertebrae snapped so that the body twisted round as it was dragged。 Clothing tore； exposed more flesh for mutilation； an open groin wound； intestines being pulled； unravelled。
It was several minutes before the creature's frenzy subsided； and only then did it begin to feast on the carnage； masticating noisily； ravenously； glancing round as though it feared lest its master might suddenly appear and deprive it of its prize。
Jackie closed her eyes but could not shut out the horror below her。 Sooner or later she too would weaken。
The dog's hunger appeased； it lay down by the remains of the man it had savaged； turned its attention once more to the woman in the trees above it； watched her steadily。 It gave a contented； threatening yawn。 It would wait until tomorrow； the day after； next week if need be。 It had food； she did not。
The false warmth inside Jackie's body had long since evaporated。 Her skin was goose pimpled； the cold and damp beginning to penetrate deep。 A feeling of drowsiness； a fight to keep awake。 If she slept again she might move； roll。 。 。 fall！ She would not make it through another night； she knew that。
Weak sunlight slanted down through the forest ceiling； a vain attempt because shortly afterward the hill…fog rolled back again as though it had something to hide。 Strange thoughts； frightening ones； plagued Jackie Quinn's tortured mind。 Phil Winder； a hairless race of weaklings； a face she half…knew flitting in； then disappearing and leaving her with a blurred image。 A man； his features would be familiar if only she could visualise them； reaching out for her。 But he could not help her； nobody could。
Her mouth was dry。 She moistened her fingers on the wet foliage； sucked them。 They tasted of resin； made her want to spit。 Hunger gnawed； brought with it nausea。 Once the lower branch creaked alarmingly； and she grabbed the overhead one but it did not crack。 And below her the dog appeared to sleep but if she watched it long enough she saw an eye flicker open。 It was playing a cruel game with her； savouring every second of it。
Dozing； hearing in her mind the baying of the brute as it picked up a fresh scent； the killing urge strong。 A baying that grew louder。 And louder。
Until at last it jerked her awake in a cold shivering sweat。 She gripped the bough tightly for surely what she saw was an hallucination brought on by exposure to the elements。
There must have been a dozen dogs down below her！ An assortment of mangy long…haired animals； mongrels of various strains； collies； Alsatians； deerhounds； a mixed ancestry with one overriding mon factor…ferocity！ They bunched together； their tongues dwindling to a low warning growl。 The big dog stood its ground； spread…legged across the remnants of its Man…kill； its coat bloodsoaked and dried； its slobbering jaws challenging them to take its rightful prey if they dared。
They hung back； cowed。 Growled again。 An encounter； a cowardly hunting pack warily eyeing a King Beast； a champion。 Weighing up their chances。 They could conquer it but some of them would be killed and none wanted to be amongst the unlucky ones。 Threatening barks but the big dog did not back off。 If they wanted his food they would have to kill him for it。
Suddenly； without warning； they charged。 A melee； a fighting tearing throng； fang and claw ripping deep into hide and flesh。 A collie was airborne； the first one in tossed high by the beast at bay； its neck broken； dead before it thudded down on to the soft ground。 Blood spouted and sprayed； ruby aerosol tinsel on Christmas tree branches； a mass of fighting fury so that the spectator above was unable to follow blow by blow。 The wounded squealed； leaped clear； came back into the fray。
The big dog was eventually pulled down。 Jackie thought that they had got him because she could not see him any more。 A pile of dead； a carpet for the living； the low cloud drifting in even thicker than before； a curtain to hide canine shame。
Now the animals were fighting each other； two of the smaller ones being driven off。 Finally only five remained； two of them unscathed； tearing flesh from the dead human body； gnawing at the bones。 Finally they lay down； belched with contentment。 The pack had hunted and killed； were satisfied for the moment。
And up in the fir branches Jackie Quinn wondered how much longer she could hold on。 She contemplated leaping down； offering herself to the wild dogs and hoping that the end would be quick。
Today or tomorrow； the oute would be the same。 Every torturous minute was only delaying the awful moment when she must face death in its most horrible form。 There could only be one oute。
CHAPTER TWENTY
REITZE HAD regulated the temperature in the cold store partment to minus 20°C。 That represented the coldest winter you were likely to get in Britain。 It might not even drop that low this year but he always worked on extremities； give your specimens the severest of tests and you proved something conclusively。 Otherwise it was a waste of time and you finished up with shit in your face。
He lit a Camel； inhaled deeply； rechecked his Progress Chart：
November 21…2 adults （1 male； 1 female both aged approx。 30）
1 male child aged approx。 10
1 ditto aged approx。 5
The youngster had died the first night； the ten…year…old the next day。 The male adult had made it until 23 November。 The woman lasted up until 25 November。
Conclusion： they couldn't live at that temperature。 The whole throwback species would be wiped out before the spring。 That would solve a lot of problems。
November 28…2 adults （1 male； 1 female both aged
approx。 20/25）
1 female child aged approx。 12 1 male child aged approx。 7
Temperature 28°F。
The two children died on 30 November； the adult male on 3 December； the female lasted up until 7 December。 Conclusion： the female of the species is more resilient。
But overall the throwbacks would be wiped out in a month at the most if the weather worsened。
Reitze had a meeting that afternoon with the Prime Minister； only their second in three months so it had to be something pretty important。 For once the Professor felt slightly uneasy。 He got the feeling that these guys were looking to throw the book at somebody； they needed a scapegoat。 They were starting to panic。
In the meantime he had better go and check the 'natural environment' experiments； the PM would want a full report。 He wouldn't take Westcote because the latter was being squeamish。