It was hopeless, of course, even if Williams had given them the go-ahead to try and build a raft in case he didn’t return. They simply didn’t have the tools, nor the will, frankly, to do so as the rain came down in sheets and they huddled in the back of the bus.
Nor, given the circumstances, did merely waiting seem like such a bad idea—at least not until a throaty snarl unwound from the tree line and caused everyone to look up ... seeing a pair of what appeared to be small tyrannosaurs emerge just outside the bus.
“Holy s**t, we’ve got trouble,” said Sammy, then fumbled for his pistol as the others did the same.
“Yeah we do,” said one of the kids—his name was Lucas—adding, “Those are allosaurs. As bad or worse than T. Rex ... because they’re smaller, fleeter.”
“Small enough to get in h
