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SotF Chap 7 part 1
By Mr Goodbytes
Chapter 7 Part 1: Failure
“We’re getting close.”
“Good,” Grant replied, “I can’t believe Ian hasn’t answered our calls.”
“I hope they’re all right,” said Katie.
Suddenly, a crumpled figure appeared on the path in front of the vehicle. The driver tried to stop, but it was too late. Sickening thuds could be felt as the vehicle’s six wheels rolled over the man.
“Oh my God!”
“What the hell was that,” asked Grant.
“We just hit someone!”
Grant and the others exited the LAV. A young man of about twenty lay crushed behind the vehicle.
“Oh my God,” Katie repeated, “We just killed a man.”
Alan, with the aid of the driver, limped slowly towards the corpse. He stared at it for a few seconds. He recognized the wounds on the body immediately.
“I wish we had,” Grant said in a strange tone.
“What the hell do you mean,” asked Katie.
“I mean, we didn’t kill him, but it would have been better if we had.”
Katie looked at the body again. She instantly realized that Grant was correct. The body had been sliced open from chest to stomach. It was a relatively clean slash, not a ragged tear one would expect from dragging.
“Shit.”
“Exactly,” Grant said, “We need to move. Ian is in major trouble.”
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“Tell Alan to keep…”
“Keep what, Ian”
“His promise…”
“What promise would that be,” Todd asked.
They had finally made it back to their LAV. Ian was badly injured. He drifted in and out of consciousness. Todd calmly pressed him to keep talking, to keep him conscious. The minor first aid Ian was receiving would not be enough.
“Sarah… Tell Sarah…”
Chances of survival were slim.
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“They’re all dead.”
Alan Grant sat in the vehicle, watching the monitors as Katie and the three soldiers inspected the carnage. Bodies of both men and monsters were scattered across the jungle floor. There appeared to be no survivors.
“There had to be survivors,” Grant said, “the vehicles are gone.”
“Yes,” Katie said, “but who and where are the survivors?”
Before Alan could respond, four Deinonychus appeared behind the LAV.
“Don’t say a word, and get back in the vehicle now,” said Alan calmly, trying not to panic Katie.
The animals had yet to notice the humans. They were too busy inspecting the vehicle. Katie did not argue. She motioned for the soldiers to follow her with one hand while shushing them with the other. The Deinonychus screeched and barked at one another. Katie made her way to the hatch. She opened it slowly. The hatch squeaked loudly. Katie cringed at the sudden noise. Surly the animals would have heard such a loud noise. Peering cautiously over the edge, Katie spied the dinosaurs. They just stood in one spot, squealing and cawing. Katie exhaled heavily. She opened the hatch completely, stepping inside. The soldiers followed close behind. The driver stepped inside as six more animals swarmed over last man. Katie screamed. She turned away from the monitors, as the man was ripped apart. The two remaining soldiers struggled to close the hatch. One of the dinosaurs jumped on top of the vehicle. It rammed its’ self strait through the opening, forcing the soldiers back.
“Holy shit!”
The closest soldier raised his pistol, firing at the beast as it entered. He managed to hit the beast with every shot, but the bullets missed any vital targets. The Deinonychus screamed. It ran forward, clamping its’ jaws on the soldier’s shoulder. Katie ran past the chaos. She slammed the hatch shut to prevent any more dinosaurs from entering. The soldier squirmed on the floor. The driver was bashing the animal’s skull with his fists. The soldier on the floor writhed in pain. He reached his free had towards the gun. The dinosaur shook its’ head violently, ripping flesh away. The soldier grabbed his gun. Fighting the pain, he shoved the barrel into the dinosaurs face. The animal released his shoulder. It closed its’ razor filled maw around the soldier’s hand that held the gun. Even as the bones of his wrist snapped, the soldier managed to fire. The Deinonychus’ eyes rolled back. The dinosaur fell to the floor. In death, just as in life, the creature held on to the man’s hand with steel-trap jaws.
Thanks to all that have supported this story. I know that it has been slow going, but a lot of things have happened since I began writing this story. Add to that the fact that I'm a slow writer. ;) The end is very near, so just hang in there. :)
Mr. G.
5/1/2003 11:00:25 AM
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