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I need to stop. Regroup. Cool it, Bob, I tell myself. I’m panicking, not taking
in the right data. I try to blot out all the horrible smells, all the awful noise.
I concentrate, let my nose do the real work.
A whiff of something familiar. Gorilla? It has to be gorilla.
Full run now. I cut my back left paw on a shard of glass. Trip. Fall hard on
my nose and cut it, too.
Dripping blood, I carry on. Find them. Find them. Find them.
A massive old oak lies on its side at the entrance to Gorilla World. Huge
tangled roots grope into the air like frozen snakes.
And just beyond, where Ivan lives, is nothing but devastation.