CHAPTER 213
Outside the trommel Dr. Johnson saw the sifting drum rocking back and forth and heard the allosaurus clanging within. Dianna ran toward the other end of the machine hoping she could scale the fifteen feet to the belt at the top and reach Kyra and Seth before the allosaur did. She sprinted as fast as she could, and was within ten feet of the trommel when a creature jumped out of the brush at her. She was met by a screaming mouth full of teeth and a rattling frill of aggressive colors.
Dr. Johnson's arm was swinging the rebar before she even knew what it was. With a crack she struck the dilophosaurus across the head and knocked it unconscious. The dinosaur went over like a domino and hit the dirt with a thud. When she realized what it was she kicked it and said, "asshole."
Dianna looked down at the dilophosaurus and got an idea, but she needed something sharp. On a ledge above one of the wheel wells on the trommel she found a rusty box cutter. Snatching it she went back to the dilophosaurus.
Within the sifting drum Kyra only had the upper half of Seth's body up on the conveyor belt. His legs were still dangling and she had one shoulder jammed under his thigh as she forced him up.
There was a roar, and she felt a hot carnivorous breath at her back. Kyra looked over her shoulder and saw that the allosaurus was upon her. Its teeth loomed above, and it was ready to strike. As the allosaur snarled and came forward to bite her there was a bang at the opposite end of the drum. The noise continued like a child hammering away on pots and pans. Above the racket Kyra heard Dr. Johnson yelling, "hey! Over here! Hey! Hey!"
The allosaurus shifted its body and tried to look behind it, but the sifter was narrow and it could not. It did however detect the scent of blood. When it glanced back at Kyra, Dr. Johnson banged all the louder with the rebar. Ultimately it was the strong odor of blood that lured the allosaurus out of the drum. It sniffed the air and grunted. Finally the allosaur began an awkward waddle backwards, rocking and shifting the sifter the entire way. It stumbled out of the drum and almost took a tumble down the pile of fill dirt. When the allosaur reached the bottom it looked around, spotting Dianna at once. In one hand she held up a bloody length of intestine that she had carved out of the dilophosaur's belly.
Dr. Johnson slowly backed away from the allosaur and moved toward the dilophosaurus carcass. Her eyes were locked with the allosaur's, and the allosaur followed her with intrigue. When Dianna was standing above the carcass she stopped and crouched down next to it. She put down the intestines and placed her hands on the thigh of the dilophosaurus. The allosaur purred, looked at her, and then looked down at the carcass. Its purr turned to a growl, and then it roared at Dianna. Swiping its fore claws through the air it took a step forward and clapped its jaws but did not attack. Dr. Johnson stood up, waved her arms, and conjured her best roar back at the allosaurus. The allosaur gave a bellow and swung its head in at Dianna. Instead of feeling a jaw full of teeth clamp around her gut she got the sensation of being hit by a car as the allosaurus butted her into the air. Dr. Johnson's plan had worked. She had tricked the allosaur into bullying her away from the dilophosaurus carcass, and thus far she had done it without getting her stomach torn out.
Dianna struck the ground and rolled. When she stopped she looked up and saw that the allosaurus had mounted its fore talons on the dilophosaur and was roaring at her. Dr. Johnson remained on the ground. She did not want to give the allosaurus the impression that she was challenging it any further. The allosaur grabbed the carcass in its teeth and lifted it in the air. Growling at Dianna it backed away. After a few strides of moving backwards it turned around and carried the dead dilophosaurus through the hole in the perimeter fence. Whence it was on the other side it dropped the carcass and proceeded to eat.
Dianna breathed a small sigh of relief, but it was short lived. Now that the allosaurus was out of the way she noticed the sound of the plane engines again, but it was no longer sitting idle. The twin prop was steadily growing in intensity, and rapidly. It was becoming louder. It was getting closer. The plane was rushing up the runway. It was taking off.
