“It’s called a mass hallucination. It’s happened before ...”
Moments later, peering between the shoulders of two grunting bikers, Roger saw his totaled 4x4 sitting askew in the snow. He had no idea how it had gotten that way. A shadow fell across its cab. Something big appeared at the edge of his vision, he shifted his gaze ... And felt his blood run cold.
The thing was gray-green, with black stripes. It measured at least forty feet from its long, deep snout to the tip of its tail (which was held high and rigid as a lance), and walked on two powerful hind-legs, knees and ankles flexed like a bird. Its neck curved in an S down from the razor-toothed head to its upper body, which lay nearly horizontal, and its tiny forelimbs gripped at dead air with forked claws. A bony ridge ran up the mi
