“No! I’m not leaving!”
Daniel sighed, gripped the sides of his head, and closed his eyes. Arguing with Emily was like bashing your head against a brick wall.
They had been arguing over this for what felt like hours now. When they had first got down off the roof and back into the service station, Daniel had almost believed Emily when she told him that she could kill all the rats. Certainly the idea of staying inside and undercover, protected from the dinosaur population, and in particular the pterosaurs, roaming what was left of the English countryside, was attractive.
Except for the rats.
They swarmed everywhere and over everything. The maddening click of their claws and their incessant squeaking was driving Daniel mad. And then there was the stink, so rancid and powerful that he could
