Ditching his bike, he disappeared into the blowing green grass. And Roger noticed that the grass had grown. It now stood higher than the average person, rippling in the wind like ripe cornstalks.
An instant later, he saw something dark and fluttering dip from above and snatch the biker away, like a pelican scooping a fish from the water. The shadowy something then vanished behind a hill, and Roger shuddered as if rocked by a chill wind. He scanned the sky for more dark somethings, but found only empty blue and scattered clouds.
But it wasn't over.
In fact, it seemed it was just beginning as the tyrannosaur turned its great head and stared at everyone on the roof. Its eyes flashed to something below them, and it growled from deep in its throat. It opened its goo-strung maw and bellowed,
