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issuing bird-like chirps.
    David quickly wiped his sword clean on the fallen dinosaur and motioned Janine to do the same. He then grabbed Jefferson’s arm. “We need to get past them.”
    “Are you having a laugh?” Two on the table had now jumped off and were heading straight for them, he could hear their jaws snapping shut.
    “Are you having a laugh, dude?” The two small dinosaurs on the table leaped off and were now heading straight for them. He heard their jaws snapping shut. “We should get those others out of toilets before it’s too late!”
    Jefferson felt so betrayed when Janine skirted past him and joined David as he slowly edged along the wall. The two dinosaurs now became four, then five, as more of them skittered closer to the corpse.
    “Leave them, Jefferson!” David commanded. “Seriously. It’s already is too late. They’ll be fine as long as they don’t leave.”
    “But one bite!”
    Janine ran over to him and grabbed his hand. “Do as you’re bleeding told!” The woman pulled him over to David. She didn’t even give the two little dinosaurs that ran past them a single glance. She gently squeezed his hand, her grip becoming tighter when the rest of the excitable animals raced over to the corpse. He heard them fighting amongst themselves, each one trying their hardest to stay on top of the dead dinosaur’s head. He looked away when one of them pushed its snout into the corpse’s damaged eye.
    “That’s a Troodon !” gasped, David. “I’ve never seen one so big before. I bet nobody has.”
    “See a lot of them, do you?” snapped Jefferson. “Oh yeah. Shit, I forgot about the dinosaur family who pop into our shop every Saturday. They love the doggy treats. Don’t blame them, you won’t find them cheaper anywhere else.”
    “Are you done?”
    He turned on David. “No, I’m not fucking done. Look at your seal thigh thingies. Just look at them, for crying out loud. How are we going to help those people trapped in there now? Oh God, listen to me. I’m a dinosaur expert. I know all their names and everything. Everybody follow me. When, in fact, you know shit!” Jefferson rested his back against the glass front of a sushi restaurant, panting like a knackered dog. He knew he’d just gone too far, that him lashing out at his friend was purely from fear as well as frustration. He couldn’t find a way to stop his mouth from running off.
    Jefferson turned around, he knew he should apologise, but he just couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to look at their faces anymore. He saw half a dozen people in the restaurant. Every one of them were staring right back at him. Jefferson felt like sticking out his tongue.
    “Listen to the man of action. The hero of the flipping day. Listen, Jefferson. If you hadn’t been showing off in front of your girlfriend, that Troodon wouldn’t have even noticed us. No, not you. You just had to shoot at it and piss it off.”
    Jefferson tried not to jump when David spun him around.
    “As for not knowing shit.”
    He thrust his fingers under Jefferson’s jaw and savagely twisted his head to the side. Another two smaller species were hovering around the perimeter. They and the Coelophysis all scattered when two larger animals appeared on the scene. Jefferson realised that the new arrivals looked exactly like the one he had brought down, just a little smaller.
    “A large kill always attracts attention. It’s what’s happening now, so it stands to reason that it’s what would have happened back when these monsters ruled the planet as opposed to a shopping mall. Now, just imagine us running out of those bogs with our rescued people. How many of those things will the mighty hero take down before we all get ripped apart?”
    Jefferson peeled David’s fingers away. He looked at the boy and sighed. “Sorry, man. I was out of order.” He pulled David into an embrace. “I’m an idiot.” Over his shoulder, he saw Janine talking to one of the people who’d

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