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neck, snapping off the head. He shuffled back when those jaws lowered again and scooped up the rest of the corpse.
    Jefferson kept his hand against his mouth, watching as his narrow view revealed some more of this new arrival’s body. A pair of thickly muscled legs, covered in dark red feathers, walked past the bed. They stopped beside that pool of vomit for a moment. He heard it gulping down its food before the creature moved over to the till-point. Jefferson found enough courage to move a little closer to the edge of the bed so he could get a better look.
    There was no mistaking it, this one definitely shouldn’t exist anymore. He vividly recalled David going absolutely ape-shit after watching a certain dinosaur movie set in a park. He went on for weeks, banging on that raptors were feathered like birds. Jefferson telling the lad that it didn’t make any difference went through one ear and out of the other.
    This was one of David’s feathered raptors, just metres from him, in the flesh and hungry for flesh. There was no doubt in him that if he had been on view, that collection of curved teeth would right now be chewing on his bones.
    Jefferson poked his head out and watched it jump onto the roof of the showroom car before it ran onto the interior of the department store. He climbed out from under the bed and sat on the mattress. He gripped his knees and shook like a leaf while wondering if he was having some kind of mental breakdown.
    “Come on, man. Get a grip on yourself,” he said, managing to stand without falling back on the bed. He fought the urge to crawl back underneath the bed. Jefferson waited until he was sure that the monster wasn’t going to run back out of that department store before he made his way over to the first till-point. He leaned on the counter and scanned the concourse, looking for any signs of movement. Human movements, that is. He had no fucking desire to run into another one of those carnivorous ostriches without the reassurance of a fucking shotgun in his hands. “What the fuck happened in here?”
    Jefferson almost ran back to the bed when he heard a noise coming from directly behind this till-point. It took a second for him to realise that his ears had heard a quiet sob and not the sound of another freaky animal wanting to bite off his head.
    He slowly leaned over the edge and clapped eyes upon a blonde-haired woman. Her blue eyes found his. She blinked. “Are you okay, miss?” he asked. It took him a moment to realise that he knew the woman. This was Janine Butler, the store’s assistant manager. She was almost unrecognisable under the tear-stained foundation, mascara, and blusher. Seeing someone who took so much effort over her appearance in this state was almost as shocking as finding he’d been dropped onto dinosaur island.
    He walked around the edge of the counter and crouched directly in front of her. “Miss, it’s okay. That thing’s gone now. You’re safe.”
    Janine let out another quiet sob before she launched herself at Jefferson and wrapped her arms around his body. He felt so awkward reciprocating her gesture, but when it became obvious that she was in no rush to let him go, Jefferson put his arms around her too.
    “I, I thought I was the only one left,” she whispered. “I can’t tell you how good it is to find somebody else. That thing, the huge bird-thing. It came in here and ate Mr. Allinson.” She swallowed hard. “Oh God, I can still hear the sound of its teeth crunching through his head.” The woman looked up. “What’s going on?”
    He let her go and stood, feeling his face reddening. Jefferson didn’t reply, deciding not to tell her that he was as clueless as her. Jefferson helped her up, he also decided that he’d keep the floating gum event to himself as well. “You’ve seen nobody else, Mrs. Butler?”
    She shook her head. “Not since about eleven. It’s been a quiet day.”
    He nodded. This store usually only attracted the browsers. Most