But rationally, he knew that was impossible. It just couldn't happen that way. The rex was too damn fast.
They plowed forward into grass again. Roger expected to hear the rex cross the road at their heels, yet heard only rustling grass.
Time blurred as they ran, retaining no meaning. Roger's heart labored under the weight of too many cigarettes. They were almost there; he could see the ridge without straining now. He heard the rex roar somewhere behind them somewhere close, but not as close as he might have expected.
He couldn't stand it any longer. There had to be some reason why the rex hadn't caught up with them. At last, he dared a quick glance over his shoulder.
And realized the tyrannosaur was on fire.
It wasn't exactly engulfed in flames yet, but parts of its flesh were burning
