IT HAD TAKEN SOME DOING, convincing the girl under the truck that he was there to help and wouldn’t leave until she crawled out to him and they could join the others in the bus—but she had, and he’d managed to get the bus going and away from the tyrannosaur well before the last of the dying light finally bled from the sky completely.
And now they were back on the Interstate, a highway Lucas had dubbed “Thunder Lizard Road,” and they’d gotten what children they could back to what parents remained, and Sammy and Lucas and Carina had gathered at the front of the bus as a sort of redeye flight crew as they motored into the unknown, having not much of a plan but to get to the first major city, where it was hoped they might find someone, anyone, who knew what was going on.
And though their col
