Carnosaur

It stood over six feet tall and was the color of dried blood. It was absurdly reminiscent of some giant plucked bird, like an ostrich—but it had the head of a reptile. The partly opened mouth revealed rows of curved, pointed teeth. It was a walking impossibility—a creature that had died out sixty-five million years ago—but it was alive. And it wasn't the only one. In a sleepy rural town, one man's dream had become everyone else's nightmare—and dinosaurs once more roamed the earth.