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Tyrant has her back to me. This is my chance. If I want to live, I must run now. I tense for the sprint.
Tyrant turns her body. Her massive tail swipes towards me and I roll to avoid it. It hits the dead Parasaurolophus, rolling the carcass along three or four times. I’m totally in the open now. If she turns any further, she’ll see me and I’ll be dead. Godzooky has stopped whining as if even he knows better than to attract her attention.
The carcass has landed with the open ribs face-up. A thought enters my mind. It’s nasty but it might work. I run to the carcass and I jump into its stinking, rotting body. I land on unknown organs and my sword pierces what seems to be the stomach. The contents spill over me and I don’t even retch, I simply puke all over myself.
T. rex piss, Parasaur
