Val could've sworn the thing was closer to the trailer, but she knew no one would believe her. Researchers from the colony took samples from the Blood Shrub, as she called it. They snipped branches and drained a bit of its red, viscous sap. She watched the whole procedure. Then they fucked off back to the dome.
She’d never know the results, because scientific reports don't go to contractors. So she sat at the window, watching for cargo ships.
Occasionally she would imagine the shrub creep in her direction. Could be a trick of the light.
A spiny branch twitched.