Escape From Dinosauria (Dinopocalypse Book 1) by Vincenzo Bilof, Max Booth III

scaly flesh and blood seeped from hundreds of wounds, pooling over the carpet of shattered window beneath it.
    Yeah, she knew it was called. Every kid in America who had the privilege of going to school knew what a pterodactyl looked like. And here it was. A dying pterodactyl.
    “Jamie,” a voice groaned.
    Jordan’s hand stretched out from beneath a leathery, bat-like wing. She bent down and nearly fell flat on her face. Her strength hadn’t returned and she had to wipe blood out of her eyes. The room was still shaking and the wounded dinosaur moaned louder.
    Gripping his hand tightly, Jamie tried to lift the heavy wing and became light-headed again. She lost her grip on Jordan’s hand and stumbled backward. She couldn’t fall again. She had to keep standing. Jordan needed her.
    The room tilted again and Jamie slipped on a glass shard, its edges cutting into the pads of her foot. The sharp pain was easy to ignore, but falling to her knees again was something she cursed herself for. Her hands were cut by more glass, and maybe her knees, and maybe her ankles; she was bloody but she wasn’t beat. She had to stand again.
    “Jamie!”
    Up. Stand up.
    Tilting, spinning. Arms and legs refusing to respond.
    She stood and felt the cool wind’s gust from the opening where the window had once been before a massive dinosaur crashed through it. She was on the edge now, looking out. Cobwebs in her brain. Synapses slow. Nothing firing. Her body breaking down and becoming useless. Her will was nothing without her body.
    “Jamie!”
    Below her, smoke billowed out of shattered windows and doorways. Vehicles burned and people screamed. Tiny bodies scurried in the street below, nothing more than shadows thrown onto the concrete by the growing flames reaching higher into the night.
    A terrible roar shook her bones, and she tried to clench her hands into fists.
    She needed to save Jordan.
    Stomping down the street on hind legs, cresting sail upon its scaled back, a dinosaur lifted its cannibalistic jaw and bellowed. Jamie stared. The long, narrow neck swung the mouth around as if that monstrous face was a weapon. She remembered what Jordan had said about it on the plane. She remembered how long it might be, and looking upon it now, she wanted him to see it. She wanted him to be next to her.
    A strange thought: he might be dying and all she could think about was the fact that he needed to see it. His childhood dream come true.
    A helicopter buzzed through the sky. People screamed. The lumbering dinosaur clumsily stomped through the street, lowering its neck on occasion as if dipping into a pool of water to snag a fish. Its head came up, and it shook wildly as human limbs flailed from between its teeth.
    Fire. Screams. Smoke.
    The prehistoric creature looked demonic in the orange glow cast by the fiery streets. Unopposed, the beast ruled the street, pounding up the avenue and pawing at windows with its short arms while lifting itself up on its hind legs. Jamie thought of Bones, the Jack Russell she used to have as a little girl. The beast was an eager dog, clawing through concrete and glass to get its prey. Tiny shadows darted past its feet, and in the firelight Jamie could see long, stiff tails following those shapes down the street.
    The beast began to scale the hotel, punching its greedy claws through windows so it could climb up.
    Jamie mouthed the large creature’s name: “ Spinosaurus .”
    If only she could stand. If only she could bring Jordan here to see the creature in all its terrifying majesty. This was the story of a lifetime. He had survived gunfights in desert climes and had walked up frozen mountain paths.
    His hand stretched out from beneath the pterodactyl wing.
    The room shook.
    A hellish roar filled the night.
    Try one more time to stand. One more time.
    A thin, emaciated man stumbled toward her over the glass. Mr. Tanaka, blood dribbling from his mouth, his body punctured with hundreds of glass pieces, expensive suit