Once the throng had left, Keith turned back to his computer and began to write his next masterpiece. He wondered how things had come to this.

Sure, he wanted his stories to be popular…how well he remembered the thrill the first time he saw his own work in the “Most Popular” list. But how could a controversial story literally lead to a gang of people coming over to his house?

Come to that, how did they know his address? This thought barely had time to make it through the dark passages of his brain before the leader of the throng came back.

This time he was dressed in a long black coat and sunglasses. “Mr…Keith, isn’t it?”

“You know it’s me. What do you want?”

“I apologise for my earlier entrance. You see, I needed to attract your attention. Your country needs you, Keith.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“It is a long story. Actually, no it isn’t. Zombie dinosaurs. There we go, two words and we’re done. Man, I love my job.”

“Zombie dinosaurs? Such things don’t exist!”

“I assure you they do…now, at least.”