A Death of Dinosaurs
Night things gathered on a ridge to watch the last human city burn.
“Our prey. Gone,” a werewolf said.
“The dead will feed me—for a time,” a walking corpse answered. “But then…”
A vampire slumped to the ground, head bowed.
“I can still hunt vermin,” the werewolf said. “But… humans sustain me.”
Head still bowed, the vampire spoke. “I think I will sit here and watch the dawn. It’s been centuries since I’ve seen the sun. I would like to see the sun one last time.”
The walking corpse turned to the werewolf. “What comes next? We’ll be gone, with the humans.”
A distant coyote yipped. The werewolf saw rats scurry from the burning city. Crows cawed nearby.
“Something new will come,” the werewolf said. “And someday there will be nightmares again and new night things will rise.”
“Little comfort,” the vampire said, and he wept bloody tears.
