The closer the dinosaur got, the more Ray's flowers wilted. He might have known about the animals' existence for nearly two years now, but he had never truly believed that he would meet his end with one of them.

But he had no defense. His gun was on the other side of the room and his dog was out sniffing butts. If he made it out of this alive, he was going to have a strong talk with Coop about false advertising.

"This is so fucking weeiiirrd," he murmured to himself, trying to avoid eye contact with the dino. When his back hit the wall of the hut, he dropped down really slowly and curled himself into a ball. That was how you survived bears, right? Only problem was his allergies. The flowers made him sneeze like hell.