#Spike

The Carnotaurus had a man pinned against the research vehicle's rear wheel.

Spike came through the tree line two hundred meters beyond the gate and found them in the road. The vehicle was stopped at an angle, both front doors open, one person already gone into the jungle on the far side. The Carnotaurus had the man by the midsection, the jaws closed across his waist, the animal's full weight bearing down to hold him still.

The man's arms were extended, fingers spread, pressed flat against the tarmac. His mouth was open. The sounds that came from it were not words.

The Carnotaurus shook its head once, a short efficient motion. The sounds stopped. What the shaking did to the man's midsection was immediate, the jaws closed across his waist and the force of the motion finishing what the bite had started. The upper half of him separated. It came to rest on the road three meters away, face down, arms still extended in the position they had been in when he was whole.

(A scene from spike)