Dinosaur Lake V: Survivors: Dinosaur Lake, #5
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The predatory dinosaurs, amphibious, land-crawlers, air flyers, small and large, were dead; dead in all the forests, mountains, deserts, towns, and cities of America, and across the planet. They were still hunted, sought and exterminated when found, and these rogue beasts were becoming rarer every day. The humans' dinosaur killing serum, and extermination practices, had worked far better than anyone had prayed for, and they had eventually freed the planet of its primordial scourge. The earth belonged to the humans once more and all its lands were safe–or so the world, Henry Shore, former Chief Park Ranger at Crater Lake National Park, and his wife, Ann, had believed…until one day years later two new dinosaurs, craftier than any the earth had ever seen, appeared. One of them was benevolent, a friend to mankind, and the other was not. It was blood-thirsty, eerily intelligent and unbelievably vengeful. This dinosaur wouldn't be so easy to kill. *** There are now six Dinosaur Lake books.
Kathryn Meyer Griffith
About Kathryn Meyer Griffith...Since childhood I’ve been an artist and worked as a graphic designer in the corporate world and for newspapers for twenty-three years before I quit to write full time. But I’d already begun writing novels at 21, almost fifty years ago now, and have had thirty-one (romantic horror, horror novels, romantic SF horror, romantic suspense, romantic time travel, historical romance, thrillers, non-fiction short story collection, and murder mysteries) previous novels and thirteen short stories published from various traditional publishers since 1984. But, I’ve gone into self-publishing in a big way since 2012; and upon getting all my previous books’ full rights back for the first time have self-published all of them. My five Dinosaur Lake novels and Spookie Town Murder Mysteries (Scraps of Paper, All Things Slip Away, Ghosts Beneath Us, Witches Among Us, What Lies Beneath the Graves, All Those Who Came Before, When the Fireflies Returned) are my best-sellers.I’ve been married to Russell for over forty-three years; have a son, two grandchildren and a great-granddaughter and I live in a small quaint town in Illinois. We have a quirky cat, Sasha, and the three of us live happily in an old house in the heart of town. Though I’ve been an artist, and a folk/classic rock singer in my youth with my late brother Jim, writing has always been my greatest passion, my butterfly stage, and I’ll probably write stories until the day I die...or until my memory goes.2012 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS *Finalist* for her horror novel The Last Vampire ~ 2014 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS * Finalist * for her thriller novel Dinosaur Lake.*All Kathryn Meyer Griffith’s 31 novels and 13 short storiesare available everywhere in eBooks, paperbacks and audio books.Novels and short stories from Kathryn Meyer Griffith:Evil Stalks the Night, The Heart of the Rose, Blood Forged, Vampire Blood, The Last Vampire (2012 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS*Finalist* in their Horror category), Witches, Witches II: Apocalypse, Witches plus Witches II: Apocalypse, The Nameless One erotic horror short story, The Calling, Scraps of Paper (The First Spookie Town Murder Mystery), All Things Slip Away (The Second Spookie Town Murder Mystery), Ghosts Beneath Us (The Third Spookie Town Murder Mystery), Witches Among Us (The Fourth Spookie Town Murder Mystery), What Lies Beneath the Graves (The Fifth Spookie Town Murder Mystery), All Those Who Came Before (The Sixth Spookie Town Murder Mystery), When the Fireflies Returned (The Seventh Spookie Town Murder Mystery), Egyptian Heart, Winter’s Journey, The Ice Bridge, Don’t Look Back, Agnes, A Time of Demons and Angels, The Woman in Crimson, Human No Longer, Six Spooky Short Stories Collection, Haunted Tales, Forever and Always Romantic Novella, Night Carnival Short Story, Dinosaur Lake (2014 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS*Finalist* in their Thriller/Adventure category), Dinosaur Lake II: Dinosaurs Arising, Dinosaur Lake III: Infestation and Dinosaur Lake IV: Dinosaur Wars, Dinosaur Lake V: Survivors, Dinosaur Lake VI: The Alien Connection, Memories of My Childhood and Christmas Magic 1959.Her Websites:Twitter: https://twitter.com/KathrynG64My Blog: https://kathrynmeyergriffith.wordpress.com/My Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/KathrynMeyerGriffith67/Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/kathryn.meyergriffith.7http://www.authorsden.com/kathrynmeyergriffithhttps://www.goodreads.com/author/show/889499.Kathryn_Meyer_Griffithhttp://en.gravatar.com/kathrynmeyergriffithhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/kathryn-meyer-griffith-99a83216/https://www.pinterest.com/kathryn5139/You Tube REVIEW of Dinosaur Lake: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDtsOHnIiXQ&pbjreload=101
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Dinosaur Lake V - Kathryn Meyer Griffith
Prologue
The predatory dinosaurs , amphibious, land-crawlers, air flyers, small and large, were dead; dead in all the forests, mountains, deserts, towns and cities of America, and across the planet. They were still hunted, sought and dispatched of when found, yet these rogue beasts were becoming rarer every day. The humans’ dinosaur killing serum, and extermination practices, had worked far better than anyone had hoped, and it had eventually freed the planet of its primordial scourge.
The world belonged to the humans once more, and all its lands were safe.
Or so the world, Henry Shore and his wife, Ann, had believed...until one day years later....
Chapter 1
Henry lounged on the porch in front of the newly finished cabin, enjoying the morning. He was watching the clouds as they scudded by. The wind was rustling the fall colored leaves, of tawny gold, orange and sanguine hues, on the trees along the fringe of his property. His yard was a large, long piece of land, rolling down five acres to the woods; the cabin sat on the front third of it. There was a briskness in the air, so common to late fall in Oregon, so he was wearing his warm robe and slippers Ann had given him for his last birthday.
He had a fresh newsprint copy of the Klamath Falls Journal in his hands, and it crinkled as he turned the page. He knew a small town print newspaper was an anachronism these days, what with the Internet and all, but he still liked reading it, if only for the hometown quaint news of people and places he was familiar with, and to feel the newsprint in his hands.
For her part, Ann couldn’t break the decades long habit of stopping by the rebuilt newspaper, which she’d once been an employee and a publisher of before she’d sold it to Elmer Gadston, and picking up the weekly editions. She was nostalgic in that way. Sometimes she submitted articles of her own, if something interesting around town caught her fancy enough for her to write about it. Occasionally, she scribbled and submitted her now infamous whimsical drawings with the articles, if the piece would benefit from them. That’s how she kept her fingers in the newspaper racket, or so she’d tell him. Besides she relished writing them and seeing them published. Elmer printed everything she wrote, and seemed honored to receive them.
It amused Henry that he and Ann were considered hometown heroes because of the dinosaur wars and their part in them. She maintained the newspaper pieces kept her in practice. But for what, Henry had no idea. Ann swore she’d never return to working fulltime at a newspaper, or owning one, and especially since she’d begun her web blog: Small Town News. The highly popular blog, about the humorous complexities of living in a small gossipy town where everyone knew everyone else’s business and happily blabbed about them, had over a million followers, and was growing daily. It kept her busy, along with the book she was leisurely writing. Some readers loved her blog so much they sent cash donations, at times quite substantial amounts, which helped to pad their retirement income. Who would have known, Henry thought, that the Internet would one day make Ann so much money...from home? All those years when they’d been so worried about not having enough money to retire on, had been a wasted concern. The times had changed, all right.
So, Ann liked their retirement life just fine.
The sun was barely coming up over the autumn-hued trees, and for a moment it reminded him of the New England fall leaf trip he and Ann had taken two years before. That had been a great trip. He’d taken an endless number of photographs of people, animals and scenic locations, and Ann had raved over the vibrant crimsons, ocher and yellows of the lush foliage; the mustardy tang of the crisp air. They’d both agreed they’d have to do it again. It had been that much fun.
A pirouetting breeze swirled leaves around his feet. He sighed as his eyes stared up into the pale sapphire sky, skimmed over the trees hulking above, and then scanned the porch and yard surrounding him.
The cabin had been completed a couple of months before, and it was everything Henry and Ann could have ever wanted. It had a generous two car garage in the backyard on the left, with a carport to cover their modest RV; a lovely sun porch on the front side, and a wraparound porch on the rear. His wife had insisted their home all be on one floor, with a roomy basement underneath it in case of a tornado or...if the dinosaurs ever returned.
Oh, she hadn’t said that about the dinosaurs exactly, about her fear they could return, but Henry supposed it was never far from her thoughts, or his, really. He suspected she still had nightmares about the dinosaur days. He knew he did.
The worst of his nightmares were when he was forced to relive horrifying moments of each loss, battle, or the worst of those times, when his men or his friends had given their lives to protect others. Then there were the horrendous dreams where he found himself living and fighting back in the fortified ranger headquarters, seemingly in the middle of the final wars, or on the day their daughter, Laura, died. He would find himself repeating a whole day, or many days, as if it were occurring again in real time.
Those nightmares persisted, and he’d often wake up shaking, in a cold sweat, with only one thought on his mind: Thank God, that was only a dream! But it left feelings of angst and disorientation that would hang on for hours.
All in all, he had way too many night terrors, and experienced them much too often. In some ways, he felt, it was akin to a soldier’s PTSD trauma. When individuals suffered through any sort of life trauma or war, it could haunt them for the remainder of their lives.
After the dinosaur wars, many had sought psychological treatment to help them get over the horrors they’d seen or experienced. Henry himself had considered seeing someone, but, in the end, talking all the bad memories over with Ann and his friends had gotten him through the worst of it, except for the lingering nightmares. Yet he had to admit, even they had begun to dwindle more each year. He looked forward to the day or night when he no longer had any scary dreams at all. One day.
Sitting there, Henry let his gaze take in the land and cabin around him. It was a lovely homestead, and he was proud of it. It’d been his and Ann’s dream for years, and they finally had it. He was a lucky man.
Ann had filled the cabin’s interior with furniture she’d found in antique stores, and accessories and souvenirs from their travels. Oh, it wasn’t their old cabin in Crater Lake National Park, but it was beautiful and inviting in its own ways...and now, it was home. Best of all, it was close to town and their friends, the Pattersons; Scott, Sherman and their little boy, Dylan.
Captain Sherman McDowell, now Scott Patterson’s wife, had had a son, Dylan, two years before. They had named him Dylan in memory of Dylan Greer, Patterson’s old FBI partner and friend who’d died fighting the first dinosaur at the lake. The boy, friendly and remarkably clever for his age, was a joy to all of them. Ann, especially, adored him; which made sense, because she didn’t get to see her grandchildren, Phoebe and Timothy, as much as she would have liked because they lived in New York with their father, Justin, and Justin’s new wife, Delores.
They saw their former son-in-law and grandchildren as often as they could, but Justin was a busy man, heading up that fancy paleontologist job for Delores’ billionaire brother, Jeff Smith, in the Big Apple. Though the live dinosaurs were gone, there was still much to be studied about how and why they had nearly overtaken the planet. Justin and his colleagues would be busy the rest of their lives on that puzzle.
Other things had also changed since Henry had retired from being chief park ranger at Crater Lake National Park. Some were happy changes, and some were sad.
Ann no longer had to visit Wilma in the nursing home. Wilma had gone to join Zeke in the afterlife a year before. Hers had been a peaceful death, and they had been grateful for that.
But, all things considered, their new lives since leaving Crater Lake had been good, were good. Most of the time, he didn’t miss the park and his old life as chief park ranger, though he sometimes would stop in at the rangers’ headquarters to see how Chief Ranger Collins was doing, and to check if any dinosaurs had been spotted–but none had been seen now in over three years–and he darn well never missed those awful monsters.
As Ann, he liked his retirement just fine. He kept busy around the cabin, there were still things to be done with a hammer or a paint brush, and he went hiking and fishing often with Patterson. He’d revived one of his old hobbies, photography, and had just purchased a second expensive camera and lens.
He and Ann took regular RV journeys to places they’d always wanted to go. National parks, historical sites, and their scattered-over-the- country friends’ houses, were their favorite destinations.
They’d recently returned from a week’s sojourn to the Smoky Mountains. Their cat, Sasha, riding in the truck during the trip and hiding in the camper when they had arrived, had gone with them. Henry had gotten some spectacular photos of the mountains in the misty mornings, and at twilight of the fog, a living, breathing entity creeping along the roads and paths. He and Ann had camped beside a shimmering lake, and when the small animals, beavers, raccoons, foxes and deer had come for a drink, he’d photographed them all. He’d collected many similar amazing photographs in the last two years, and a few, blown up at the local Kinko’s, framed in natural wood, adorned the walls of their cabin.
Besides her blog, and the occasional article for the revived Klamath Falls Journal, Ann kept herself busy, too. With the book about their travels, she was trying to convince him to let her include his photographs. He was thinking about it. Maybe she’d publish the book sometime next year. So, in retirement, there was more than enough to keep them both occupied and satisfied.
The years of the dinosaurs, Henry brooded, were fading into the past more each day, for a lot of people. At times, even his own mind would play tricks on him and question: had those years really happened? Had they actually had to battle monsters for their very survival? Had they really lived behind the stockade walls of the ranger’s station for years, starving and battling for their very lives, for all that time? Sometimes, unless he was dreaming it, he could hardly recall what it had been like. Perhaps he didn’t want to remember, and his conscious psyche helped him mute those memories.
Yet, he never allowed himself to forget the rangers and friends, his daughter, whom he’d lost. He could see each one of their human faces vividly in his mind; hear their voices, and remember what they’d been like when alive. How they’d died.
His sweet daughter Laura, snatched up and dropped, broken and lifeless, into the woods by a sky predator. He remembered Ranger George Redcrow, who’d given his life to protect Ann when the first dinosaur, that they had sarcastically dubbed Godzilla, had attacked her and almost eaten her alive; Dylan Greer, who’d died saving his friends pursuing Godzilla in the caves; aquatic biologist Mark Lassen, who’d operated and died in the Deep Rover while hunting that same dinosaur in the lake and the caves beneath it.
Then there was Ranger Ellie Stanton and Ranger Matthew Kiley, who’d died together as they’d fled from one of the many dinosaur assaults years later; co-pilot Lt. Mark Wilkerson, who’d perished in a helicopter crash caused by the flying fiends Henry had called gargoyles.
And there were so many others whose lives had been taken by the dinosaurs. No, Henry didn’t want to forget them, but he also didn’t want them to haunt him anymore. For a long time, their ghosts had stalked and pestered him, but he’d left them behind in the park, or so he hoped.
The frown on Henry’s face, though, melted as soon as Ann, in robe and slippers, stepped out onto the porch to join him. She leaned over first thing, and gave him a kiss.
Ah, so you’ve finally dragged yourself from bed, huh?
He smiled at her and patted the seat next to him. It’s about time.
Finally?
Ann yawned as she settled down in the rocking chair beside him and stretched her feet out. She was cradling a cup of steaming coffee, and took a sip of it. Honey, according to the clock in the kitchen, it’s only six-thirty a.m. An hour only roosters love.
Six-thirty is not early, sweetheart.
Yeah, when we were working in the outside world, we had to get up that early. Now we don’t, so I don’t. In my mind, sleeping as long as you want to each morning is a perk of retirement, and you know how I love perks. How long have you been out here?
He smiled at her, his eyes straying to her coffee. Since dawn. About an hour. I love sitting here and watching the sun come up. The view of our exquisite yard is breathtaking.
He inhaled the fresh air. And I want to enjoy the mild weather for as long as I can. Soon it’ll be freezing out here, so I will take my porch time while I can.
Humph. You couldn’t sleep, huh?
Ann was aware he still had the nightmares, and that sometimes when they woke him up early, he couldn’t recapture sleep.
He shook his head. No, not exactly. I woke up, looked out the window and saw the spectacular sunrise and, well, the coffee pot and the porch called me.
Yes, it is a lovely morning, a splendid porch, and a soothing view from here.
They both loved to sit on the porch and admire the property around them. The yard was bordered at the end in thick trees. It was almost like sitting on their old cabin’s porch, surrounded by the park. Henry thought that was why they both felt so at home here.
Glancing over, he caught the uneasy expression on her face before she erased it. Reaching over, he stole her cup, took a gulp, and handed it back to her.
Would you like another cup of coffee, sweetie?
she asked.
I would. But I’ll go in and get it myself. I was about to get a refill before you came out.
He rose to his feet and retrieved his empty coffee cup from the porch railing. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back.
When he reclaimed his rocking chair, cup in hand, he said, Okay, now you can tell me what’s wrong. I know it’s something. It’s all over your face.
She released a breath, and for a second he didn’t think she was going to fess up. Then, You might as well know. I had that nightmare again last night.
Aah. The one about Laura?
That one.
He took her hand in his. It was so cold. He knew the nightmare she was talking about. It was the one where she relived, in every horrifying detail, Laura’s death when the winged gargoyle had snatched their daughter up from the grounds inside headquarters, and flown off with her. They found her broken, bloody body outside the gates in the woods. He felt his wife’s anguish, because he had his own version of the same dream, and knew how awful it always made him feel. You haven’t had one of those dreams in a long time.
I know. It’s been a year, at least.
She resumed drinking her coffee, her eyes leveled over its rim as she looked into the woods. That dream, always the same, was bad enough last night, but even worse, because when it was over, I also dreamed of George.
Her voice held a touch of old guilt, and her head lowered.
You dreamed of George Redcrow?
Now Henry was surprised.
She nodded her head, gently shuddering. I dreamed of that night when he saved me from that first dinosaur, and he died instead of me. It was so real, down to every last detail. The wild rush through the night woods trying to escape the monster, the heart-pounding terror as George and I fled, and the way George screamed as the monster took him. George’s blood as it spattered over me. I woke up in a sweat, crying. It was so horrible.
Henry got up, went to his knees in front of her, and enclosed her in his arms. It’s all right, Ann. It was only a nightmare. You’re awake now, and you are safe. All the dinosaurs are long gone. The world belongs to the humans again.
Or, so they want us to believe. For now.
There was a strange tone in her voice. There have been dinosaurs discovered since the wars ended.
Very rarely. And it’s been a long time since one has been spotted and destroyed. Years.
"Still...it is possible they aren’t all gone. They could rematerialize."
They are gone.
I know we have to believe that, but, Henry,
she met his eyes and hers were filled with unease, I still have that creepy feeling I used to get right before the dinosaurs would attack, like a premonition. That panic.
He repeated the words. "They are gone. The scientists, the government, and the military – Justin – say they are. Everyone says they are."
Ann didn’t respond, merely remained in his arms, quiet. It occurred to Henry then, that both he and his wife were still being haunted by all they had gone through. Time would help, he hoped. Just more time.
That’s when Henry’s cell phone, also laying on the porch railing by his coffee cup, rang, breaking the morning’s silence. He grabbed the phone and stood up. Facing the yard, he talked into it. Henry here.
It was still hard not to call himself Chief Ranger Shore when someone addressed him, or when he answered the phone. He’d done it for months after he’d first resigned his position, and sometimes, if he was tired or distracted, the old title would slip out. Coffee helped, and since he’d had three cups already that morning, this time he got it right.
Henry, this is Collins,
the voice on the other end said. Sorry to call so early. Did I wake you?
Well, good morning Chief Ranger Collins,
Henry greeted his old employee and friend, as he leaned against the rail, his eyes still on Ann. And no, you did not wake me. I was up with the sun today, and right now Ann and I are on our porch admiring the morning and drinking coffee; relishing our retirement. It’s a beautiful day.
Ann got up, cup in hand, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and went into the house. I’ll be back. Going in for sustenance. Donuts. I’ll bring some out for you.
He watched her go inside, then gave his full attention to his friend on the phone. What can I do for you, Chief Ranger?
Er, well, I was wondering when you were going to stop by again and pay us a visit? It’s been a while, and the guys are asking about you. They miss you. And they want to see the newest pics of your cabin and hear what you and Ann have been up to.
That made Henry feel good. They hadn’t forgotten him. I miss all of you, too.
And he did. He’d worked with most of the rangers for years, and they’d gone through so much together. Good and bad times. Life and death times. Dinosaur times. But he caught something else, something more serious than friends missing friends, in between the man’s words. Trepidation. Is there something wrong, Chief Ranger Collins?
There was a heavy pause. I don’t know, Henry. Something strange has been happening around headquarters lately.
Collins stopped talking again.
Henry didn’t want to ask, because an old alarm was sounding in his head, but he had no choice. Yes? Spill it. Just by your voice I know it’s something.
It could, or it could not be...you know your old office is now my office?
Of course it is.
I think, I’m not sure, but I think...oh, darn, I’m just going to say it...in the last couple days, I’ve seen something outside my office’s windows. Some sort of creature, and not one of our local park inhabitants, either. An odd, shadowy little thing.
You sure it wasn’t a raccoon or a squirrel? I recall those curious critters were always jumping up on the outside window ledges to look in.
Henry held his breath.
Nah, it wasn’t a squirrel or a raccoon or a baby bear, though I had thought for a second when I first saw the thing, it could have been one of them. A darn big raccoon, or a small baby bear. But it wasn’t any of them. I don’t know what it was.
Collins words came quickly then. It shows up right before dark, peeks in at me, and gestures with these weird little arms. I get the feeling it’s trying to tell me something, but I have no idea what. And I remembered the office used to be Ann and yours makeshift bedroom during the siege, and you sometimes spoke about a strange little visitor you’d have at the windows. A visitor you claimed helped us at pivotal times. You know, during the dinosaur days?
Startled, Henry had a sudden memory of the office, when throughout the war, it’d been his and Ann’s temporary bedroom. In his mind, he once more saw the beds against the walls in the shadows, the grandchildren sleeping in them, the clothes piled up everywhere, and Sasha napping in her corner bed. He saw the guns ready in the locked closet. He glimpsed Ann’s ill and frightened face during one of the worst and final of the dinosaur attacks. She’d been battling cancer for the second time and she had been so very ill. He shook his head. They were all bad memories he didn’t like to dwell on.
All right, what did you see? Can you describe it any better?
Another pause. "Now that’s a tricky one. The creature rarely sticks around longer than a moment or two, and it’s usually dusk outside when it does. It doesn’t come during the brightest part of the day, but it has shown up now more than once. Yesterday evening, it appeared while there was still a little light, and I got the best look at it so far.
It doesn’t appear to be all that large, perches on the outside windowsill, and peeks inside as if it is looking for something, or someone, and it has skin that resembles, somewhat, fur. Its snout is flatter than the smaller dinosaurs we’d seen in the past, with wide nostrils. Its eyes are round, liquid, aware, and strangely...human.
It was the monkey-dinosaur, Henry grasped with a start. It was his little simian-like dinosaur friend, who’d helped them in the last days of the wars. He was sure of it. But it had been over three years since he’d last seen the little guy. He’d believed it was dead, along with all the other dinosaurs; that it and its kind had eaten the tainted meat the humans had put out as deadly bait, and had all perished. Apparently, it hadn’t...if it was the same dinosaur...if Collins had seen a dinosaur at the window at all.
Since the dinosaur wars, Henry and others, as many people across the globe, often thought they saw dinosaurs when there were none. They’d see one out of the corner of their eye, hiding behind a tree or a rock, or hear one snarling out in the woods, when there wasn’t anything there. Like ghosts roaming the world, the dead dinosaurs continued to plague the humans.
Henry saw dinosaurs all the time, though he didn’t tell anyone, not even Ann, and barely believed he saw anything real at all...on some level, he comprehended the