CHAPTER 370
Lew Dodgson had snuck past the dock and the demolished boathouse. He had crept his way up to the large concrete pad where all the pallets were being stored. Keeping low he slinked over to the nearest stacks and clung close to them as he looked around. In the air he heard the bellows of all three super predators that were near by. His body got chills just listening to them.
Dodgson thought for a moment. He was pretty sure everyone else was dead. Looking at the copious amount of pallets before him he fished into his pocket and pulled out his Zippo. Dodgson rubbed the lighter between his fingers thoughtfully, then he flicked the lid open. He didn't see any way out of this. He honestly had no idea how to get the raptors away from the boats. There were other predators very close by. As far as he could tell he was alone.
Dodgson rolled his thumb down the textured metal wheel of the Zippo grinding the flint with a spark. As a small steady orange flame ignited and danced before his eyes he said, "If I can't escape then I'll burn the fucker down."
