The Terror of a Moment

Gwen put the car in park and then shut off the engine. The look in Gwen's eyes, mine too, I am sure, was one of sheer terror. Staring at each other in the dark, Gwen and I listened to their cacophony but never once lifted our heads. We could hear the trees and the underbrush cracking and bowing before the tide of panic and rage. There came thousands of galloping footfalls. A horrible and unprecedented tide of angry, triggered creatures,. thumpings, barks of throaty whales and cries.