The city centre was just as Lee remembered it. Quiet, deserted, but humming with hidden menace. By unspoken agreement, they kept away from the crashed plane, from the Rotunda where someone had shot at them, and from the department store where they had been chased by raptors.
After living in the safety of the commune, if only for a few days even, it felt strange to be back in the city centre. Lee had thought they would never have to venture out here again, that they could live their days milking mussaurus cows and sweeping and tidying, all within the confines of what had once been the Botanical Gardens. She kind of wished she was back there now, somewhere nice and safe and boring.
But Hooper’s death had changed all that. Even if they hadn’t decided to leave anyway, to try to catch up with
