Chapter 7
Nibbles' Tiny Mission
Nibbles, using his mechanical aptitude, disables a rogue Pterodactyl's communication device, preventing further chaos. Thorne is impressed by the hamster's ingenuity.
Nibbles, a creature of diminutive stature but immense determination, found himself perched precariously on the gargoyle adorning the side of what used to be the city’s most ostentatious skyscraper. Now, it was a rather impressive, albeit slightly singed, perch from which to survey the pterodactyl-infested skies. Below, the symphony of chaos continued unabated. A distant roar, punctuated by the screech of tires, signaled that the triceratops traffic jam was, regrettably, still a thing.
"Honestly," Dr. Aris Thorne muttered, his voice a low growl of exasperation from his position on the thankfully stable rooftop garden below, "you'd think after a week, people would learn to avoid the central artery. It's like watching toddlers try to navigate a minefield. Except the toddlers are driving SUVs and the minefield is made of Mesozoic mayhem." He adjusted his spectacles, the lenses smudged with what he suspected was a combination of volcanic ash and sheer disbelief.
Rexy, meanwhile, was busy arranging her hair with a compact mirror, her sequined jacket shimmering even in the dim, dusty light. "Darling, if you want to avoid a stampede, you don't just avoid the stampede. You pivot. You adapt. You find a new, fabulous route. Preferably one with good lighting for an impromptu selfie. This whole 'apocalypse' thing is really playing havoc with my engagement metrics, you know." She sighed dramatically, then brightened. "Though, the viral potential for a T-Rex audition tape is, frankly, through the roof. Imagine the sponsorship deals!"
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