Home of Author Herbert Grosshans. Science Fiction with a dash of Erotica
Lizard World, Book Two
When David Houston agrees to help a visitor to Epsilon he is smitten by the girl’s beauty and innocence. Traveling with her through a jungle populated by giant lizards is only part of his troubles. Will the sexual tension between them cause actions that cannot be undone?
The other three prospectors from the group strolled over. They had been watching the drivers also. “Looks like trouble,” Bjorklund commented. He stroked his thick red beard. “If they don’t find and repair the problem fast, we’ll have to stay here. I don’t want to be on the road when it gets dark, not around Camp Diamond. I’ve seen what those Nightrunners can do.”
“So have I,” Houston said.
“Me too,” Elbenheim growled. He was the biggest man of the group. Not a man of many words. At least that was the impression Houston gained when he had shown them around in Epsilon City. The big man lifted his head and held up a hand to silence the others.
“What is it?” Lesage asked.
“Do you hear that?”
“What? I hear nothing.” Lamont cocked his head, listening.
“That’s it. It is too quiet,” Elbenheim rumbled, looking around. “That can only mean one thing…” He let his flash rifle roll from his wide shoulder.
His companions followed his action without questioning his reason.
“What is it?” Tara whispered.
“A large visitor,” Houston said, pulling his flashgun from its holster.
A scream from the group of Hottites told him enough. The scream was drowned out by a terrifying roar. Houston stared at the behemoth appearing between the mushroom trees behind the bus.
“A Rex,” he said hoarsely. “And it’s a big one.”
Tara’s fingers dug into Houston’s biceps. “Look at those long teeth,” she gasped.
The Tyrannosaurus swung its huge head back and forth, surveying the area. Its searching eyes fell on the group of Humans. Roaring again, it began to move. The bus was the only obstacle between it and what promised to be a feast.
Houston looked back at the habitat. Too far too run. As was the bus. There was only one thing to do, and he hoped the flash rifles of the prospectors would be powerful enough to bring down the giant lizard. He could not rely on his own gun; it was nothing but a toy against the mass of muscles and bones advancing toward them.
The Rex reached the bus and bumped it with its massive head. The bus shuddered from the impact, but stayed upright. It swayed dangerously and moved sideways when the Rex smashed its head into it again but didn’t topple over.
The carnosaur roared in defiance and climbed over the bus. Houston expected the roof to cave in, but to his surprise the weight of the huge lizard didn’t even leave a dent.
Now the giant was in front of the bus, head tilted, and scrutinizing the pitiful Humans with small, glittering eyes, gleaming teeth in its open jaws drooling saliva. It roared and advanced slowly, leaving deep imprints in the soft ground with its powerful, clawed hind legs.
Then it stopped advancing and lifted its head, swinging it back and forth. An earsplitting roar from behind the Humans made Houston’s blood freeze. He knew that sound and he knew it didn’t mean good things were about to happen.
He turned his head to look at the creature crawling out of the lake.
Its head was even larger than that of the Tyrannosaurus Rex. The open maw was filled with a double row of sharp teeth, capable of ripping huge chunks of meat out of its victim. A large victim…like the Rex. A Human would mean only a tiny snack to be swallowed with one bite.
The newcomer reminded Houston of a crocodile, only many times larger. Despite its bulk, it moved swiftly away from the lake, toward the group of petrified Humans.