No Exit by Taylor Adams 2

Jay peered over the door. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” Darby scrambled back to the front of Sandi’s
truck and resumed digging, double-time. Her heart racing,
thudding against her ribs, as she tried to appear calm. “Jaybird,
tell me. What’s … what’s your favorite dinosaur?”
“I like them all.”
“Yeah, but you have to have a favorite. T-Rex? Raptor?
Triceratops?”
“Eustreptospondylus.”
“I … I have no idea what that is.”
“That’s why I like it.”
“Describe it, please.” Darby just needed to keep the
conversation going, scooping armfuls of snow, her frantic
thoughts churning: He’s coming for us. Right now, he’s
catching up to us, and he’s carrying that nail gun—
“It’s a carnivore,” the girl said. “Walks on two hind legs.
Jurassic period. Three fingers on each hand, kind of like a
raptor—”
“You could have just said ‘raptor,’ then.”
“No. It’s Eustreptospondylus.”
“Sounds like a shitty dinosaur.”
“You couldn’t spell it,” Jay said, pausing. “Oh. Your
phone found a signal—”
Darby jolted upright and ran to the passenger door,
reaching through the shattered window, snatching her iPhone
from Jay’s fingers. She didn’t believe it until she saw it — a
lone signal bar. Blinking urgently. “Your turn to dig,” she said.
“The battery’s one percent—”
“I know.”
The door croaked, sprinkling more glass, and Jay jumped
out. Darby held the phone with red fingers, mashing 9-1-1
with her thumb — but the phone vibrated in her hand, startling