“... Hey, I said. Hey there. Are you okay?”
A voice, neither Caleb’s nor Maria’s, somewhere in the void, somewhere in the blackness.
“It—it was Luther, wasn’t it? Uses a baseball bat—isn’t that right? Hey there ...”
I blinked, trying to focus, saw a fleshy blur which resolved itself into a face; a face wedged between the bars of a—
I sat up with a start, hay clinging to my face and clothes, dangling from my hair. “Where in the hell?”
“Shhh,” said Caleb, indicating I should look to my right, into a cage containing a single allosaur, which stood on one leg like a green flamingo, the other tucked beneath its great, bulbous belly, and seemed to sleep, fitfully. “I think we’re safe; the bars seem pretty solid. But I’d rather not put them to the test, if you know what I mean.”
Maria moaned
