Egg shells. Brian crouched down and picked half a shell up between gloved fingers.
‘Strange. Egg shells.’
Nothing replied on the radio. Just white noise.
‘You there?’ Brian continued.
Nothing. Then, ‘Yep. Just egg shells.’
‘Yeah. As far as the eye can see. Right out over those dunes. I’m going back,’ Brian said, as his boots crunched on some more shells.
‘No, wait! Stay there. Don’t move a muscle!’