My monocle flashed red. I pressed its orientation button, activating a set of on-screen instructions. “Rotate head twenty degrees left. Tilt ten degrees down,” it read. I did as advised and flipped the auto-zoom toggle.
At first, all was dark. Then night-vision activated. I shuddered.
A beast crouched at the base of a tree along the river’s bank. Its eyes glowed yellow as they zoned-in on my fleshy torso. His maw opened a fraction, just enough to reveal glints of teeth even from two hundred yards.
It can’t get me from across the river, I thought. Until the barge lands.