LUCAS SUPPOSED IT WAS the g*n, which he’d picked up and wiped off before they’d squeezed through the classroom windows—all he knew for sure was that everyone had begun looking to him as though he were some kind of leader. And the funny thing was, he felt like a leader, or at least as though he were awake—truly awake—for the first time in his life. After all, it had been he who had snatched up the g*n and killed the raptors, he who had instructed everyone to quickly climb through the windows, and he who had led them to the corner of the building, where they now stood watching the tyrannosaur as it greedily devoured the triceratops. What he didn’t know was what to do next, at least until he saw the big, yellow school bus returning from its rounds, and ordered everyone to make a beeline for i
