Todos os capítulos de 51: The Series: Capítulo 281 - Capítulo 290

“We need binoculars. This thing has teeth. It has a lot of teeth that popped out of its gums like switchblades. It just ate a mouse, so you may want to watch this thing with me,” Lindsay told him.“Here,” Wren said as he handed her a dart. “If it does anything or tries to go anywhere while I’m inside, knock it out for me.”She smiled and carefully took the dart from him. She held it as she watched him go inside to get what he needed. After the door closed behind him, she slid the dart into the tranquilizer gun and prepared it to fire if necessary. She raised the rifle and began watching the creature through the scope again. As she watched, it calmly moved around the field, chasing butterflies and occasionally eating flowers and other things it found. After a few moments, she heard the door open again and could see Wren out of the corner of her eye. He walked to where she was sitting and placed something on the chair beside her. She looked, saw it was her pistol in its holster, and lo

“Agent Gold, Sheriff Gold,” Randy said with a little nod as he looked at the creature on the ground.“Randy,” Lindsay replied with a little smile. “Do you need help with the cage, or can you handle bringing it over by yourself?” Wren asked him.Randy answered, “I can get it, sir. I’ll be right back.” Randy turned and went back to the van. He opened the back and soon came back with a collapsible cage. He set it on the ground beside Lindsay and quickly had it ready for the creature.Just as Wren began to reach for the creature on the ground in front of him, a long, low call came from the woods at the edge of the yard. He looked at Lindsay. She was staring toward the trees and the sound.“He is waiting for his apples, isn’t he?” Wren asked her.“Maybe, but I think he’s probably upset because of this thing,” she answered, nodding toward the creature on the ground.“You feed it?” Randy asked her, sounding shocked.“I leave him a couple of apples every night. I am not his only source of f

Bob made another cast and slowly reeled it in. As he reeled, he felt something hit the lure on the end of his line. Bob jerked to set the hook, but there was nothing there. He continued to reel it in and laid the pole down in the boat so he could help Mike get the camera and monitor set up. It only took a couple of minutes to finish connecting everything. They got the camera into the water and started getting an image on the monitor. Bob went back to his fishing while Mike made sure it was recording everything, just in case they found what he had been told was there. Mike had been watching the monitor for several minutes when he asked, “Bob, have you had a single bite today?” “I think I got a bite on that last cast before we set that camera up and missed it when I tried to set the hook. That’s been it so far. Why do you ask?” Little Bob questioned. “Because I do not even see a minnow down there.” “What are you talking about? Up against this bluff has always been one of the best s

Little Bob cast, perfectly landing his hook in the water where Mike had directed him. He let it sink for a few moments, then jerked the line. The hook instantly caught on something, and the pole was almost yanked from his hands. “Oh, crap!” Little Bob exclaimed. “This thing is strong.” “Let me try to get another line on it,” Mike said as he picked up his pole. He watched where Little Bob’s line was and how it was moving and then made his cast. He set his hook into what Bob was fighting on his line and instantly knew that it was not something typical for the area and should not be in that river. “Let’s just try to get it to the boat,” Mike told him. “What do you think I’m doing?!”Whatever they had hooked was fighting with everything it had. It came close to the surface of the water and dove back to the bottom. In that brief moment, both men could see that whatever it was, it was pink and enormous. As they slowly worked it toward them, it was also towing their boat. They finally

Lindsay was startled awake and swung at the man sitting on the edge of her bed beside her. “Hey, is that any way to treat your best friend?” Max quietly asked as he blocked the hit. “What are you doing here?” Lindsay asked as a wave of pain washed over her due to her movements. “Izzy and I are here by order of your husband. He called Izzy to come and check on you, and she brought me with her for muscle in case she needed it,” Max said. “And for the record, I know you are in a lot of pain. That swing you took at me was pathetic.” Lindsay smiled a little at Max and answered, “It’s bad, like just home from the hospital bad.” “Can you be more specific as to what that means?” Izzy asked. “That means when she got home from the hospital after those creatures attacked her,” Max explained as he reached over and moved Lindsay’s long hair, parting it to show the large scar on the side of her head. “OK. Got it,” Izzy replied. “Max, can you please move so I can begin to get her vitals? Can