“I’m seeing it, but I’m not sure I’m believing it,” said Sheila, as her pace slowed to a crawl and she checked for Erik’s whereabouts, who was lagging as usual, just sort of lost in his own world. “Hey, buddy. We’re up here. Come join the party.”
“I’m seeing it too,” said Williams. “Ank?”
Sheila looked at him, concerned, nor was it for the first time.
Now wasn’t the time to ask him how he knew that, nor why a herbivore should have such sharp vision, much less teeth.
“Jesus—are there still survivors?”
Ank peered into the distance.
“Sheila, stay with the kids,” said Williams. He swung his rifle by its ring lever so that it snapped to at the ready. “We’re gonna get them out.”
“Wait, get who out? And who’s ‘we?’ You and the dinosaur?”
“They talk to each other,” said Luna. “Or at least
