But why were they "lying flat" here? Weren't they supposed to be finding a way out?
Albert jolted, shook his head hard, and struggled—gritting through the pain—to pull himself up from the warm body of the big cat.
Something was definitely wrong.
Yes—he had said it before. This fungal colony had hallucinogenic properties. Now it seemed clear that what it used to confuse intruders were those spores drifting everywhere in the air.
But what exactly did they do?
If Yannie's pollen could, under her control, freely shape illusions and environments that trapped prey… then these spores…
Albert didn't feel like he was seeing any new hallucinations.
He looked at the two insects—one large, one small—locked in a brutal fight, and wondered: could it be that these spores caused people's temperaments to change, making them irritable and violent?
But then why were he and Hayes still… fine?
Well—actually, they weren't normal either.
