They wandered through the empty service station. The building seemed to echo with the ghosts of travellers. Daniel could hear them, talking, laughing, he could hear children crying. He could hear the roar of racing cars and the stutter of gunfire from the gaming area. The hiss of the coffeemakers from the Costa.
But he couldn’t see it.
The vast service station might be deathly quiet now, but it was far from empty. The destruction here had obviously been swift and dramatic. The dinosaurs that had appeared here must have thought they were in dinosaur heaven when they saw the mass of screaming food, just waiting to be eaten.
The service station was now a graveyard. The floor was littered with broken bones and smashed skulls. The sound of crunching bone beneath Daniel’s feet sickened him a
