the drag-sled begins moving.
below us run the survivors. crane up and away so that their lights become insignificant. so that we include, in foreground, the silhouettes of gliding predators. they're following from above, awaiting their chance.
fry's pov: of the ground. the sand-cat tracks have vanished.
they trundle on, fry the new tail-gunner.
into a rising wind, the survivors range on.
fry, imam, audrey, pilgrim #1. they're running, stumbling, trying to backtrack the sled marks. checking for pursuit, fry looks over her shoulder.
fry, imam, and audrey run hard, glow-worm lights bouncing wildly.