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Jurassic Park Dark Skies
By TyrannoRex112
Introduction
Dinosaurs and man, separated by 65 Million years of evolution have suddenly been thrown back into the mix together. How can we have the slightest idea of what to expect? - Dr. Alan Grant
That statement is true in many ways. Grants prediction was correct, as was Mr. Malcolm’s. Jurassic Park: Isla Nublar as a failure. Lives were lost; millions of dollars worth of research were lost. Equipment, buildings, engineering equipment was destroyed. All of it. All do to one man. Dennis Nedry. If it wasn’t for him everything would have been dandy. But, he shut off the power and stole embryos. All because of him the hopes and dreams of John Parker Hammond were lost……….
Or so, we all think.
Mr. Hammond had once bought another island, not to far from Isla Nublar or Site B. Isla Nublar was to be an experimental island. There were few dinosaurs thriving there…Very few. But on Isla Jurna many species thrived. Many more than Nublar or Sorna…Many more indeed.
Hammond has invited 12 visitors to Jurna, all who worked for him. But, due to accidents your about to find overtook the island, the park. As on Nublar lives were lost. The park closed…The South American government never found out about the island. The island was never destroyed. There are rumors that the animals still thrive there today. Here is the story of Patrick Wilson, one man who lost his wife due to Mr. Hammond and his park. But he had signed a form so if himself or any of his family members were lost InGen would not be responsible.
The Isla Jurna incident had been kept quiet. Only the survivors know the tale. Here is one man willing to tell it…
JURASSIC PARK: DARK SKIES
PRLOUGE-RAPTOR
4 Jeep Wranglers rumbled down a dirt road, with quite a few men in each vehicle. It was late at night, and the men had all been waken up to an intercom yelling, “Calling all guards, calling all guards, calling all guards!” One man, Daniel Lewis, was used to this job. Getting up late at night, and going and capturing dinosaurs. But many of the men that were with him were new recruits, and had never experienced the truth wrath of say, a velociraptor attack. And that’s exactly what they were going to experience tonight, velociraptors. Daniel Lewis was young, 28 years old. He had slicked blond hair, and was very attractive. He didn’t necessarily like his job, but it paid well. Enough for him to go back to College.
Daniel stuck his head out the passenger seat window, and saw that ahead of them were electrified gates. One of the signs posted on a fence cable read, “CAUTION! 10,000 VOLTS.” Along with a drawing of a hand touching the fence. Daniel leaned back into the car and saw the driver pick up the radio that was located on the dash. He said, “Ray, requesting permission for the opening of the velociraptor gate entrance. Over.”
Ahead of the four vehicles the gates swung out and open. The driver hit the accelerator and the car sped forward, followed by the other 3. The cars drove through the gates. As the cars proceeded down the road and disappeared into the blackness of night, the gates closed with whoosh!
The jeeps stopped at a Security Bunker. This is where the raptors had attacked. The bunker was mainly covered in foliage, covering up the fact that it led into the ground. Daniel opened the chamber to his tranquilizer rifle, and he saw 1 single dart inside. He grabbed 2 darts from his ammunition belt, which was strapped around his waist, and placed them inside his mouth. He looked like a madman with his mouth widely opened. With him 7 other men approached the bunker. They all carried rifles as well.
The eight men proceeded with caution, their rifles locked and loaded. Daniel led them, as he had more experience in the field. He approached the door, but as he did, a velociraptor jumped onto the roof, and let out a blood-curdling scream. It bounded off the roof and onto the men.
Scott Krebbeks, a man in his 50s, stepped out of the jeep, slamming the door hard. He had head a few screams, but he had been listening to the radio, so he wasn’t sure. Scott brushed back his black hair, reveling gray hair all around his scalp.
Scott opened up his fly. He began to go when a snarl made him pause. He zipped up his fly and turned around.
“Hello? Who’s there?” He said, try to assure himself.
Another snarl.
Scott stood his ground, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He couldn’t move-he was too frightened. Another snarl, then an unearthly shriek.
Scott looked around him, then towards where he came from. He began to walk toward the gap when he paused and thought, Wait, did I come through here?
He walked through the clearing of foliage, only to find a large circle of flat grass.
“Fuck!” He said aloud.
Scott looked back through the gap, only to see 3 pairs of green glowing eyes. He gaped in horror, and ran towards the circle. He looked over his shoulder and saw three small creatures pursuing him. He looked ahead and saw the jungle. Scott thought, yes! Maybe I can lose them.
Scott sprinted forward towards the jungle when, without warning, a giant creature stepped out with a bounding step. Scott turned and ran and saw the creatures retreating to the foliage. The creature had its head down, eyes looking ahead, jaws open. An obvious attack position.
Scott ran harder and saw he was near the foliage from where he came. As he through the gap in the foliage he tripped over a branch. The monstrous creature bent down, and lifted Scott 10, then 15, and finally 20 feet into the air. Scott screamed as the teeth of the animal ripped through his insides. Scott closed his eyes and screamed as he heard and felt his bones crack. He opened his eyes once more to see himself being carried to the jungle from where it came.
Scott felt his own blood trickling down his body. He entered the forest and saw a 4-foot mound of dirt, with three hatchlings inside. Scott couldn’t see them well, and he didn’t care to. He felt the jaws open and he fell out, into the nest. The hatchlings crowded around him and began to take large chunks of flesh from his leg and back.
As they did so, he became dizzy and nauseated. He closed his eyes, and everything went black.
The sun rose over a foliage-covered mountain, the rays spilling through the greenery of Isla Nublar. The rays of light illuminated the Visitors Center, reveling a large, gray complex of buildings. The roofs were covered with straw, giving them an impression of a jungle. Embedded on the sides of the center were skeletons. But not just any skeletons, dinosaur skeletons. It started of with a Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton, and then moved on to Velociraptors, then Procompsognathids, and so on.
Surrounding the front of the center was a paved road that led out to the Main Gate. After the main gate was pure jungle and fencing.
A Jeep Wrangler bounced along the dirt road and stopped at the entrance. Robert Muldoon, a man of his forties, stepped out and briskly walked up the steps to the center. He pushed open the wooden doors and walked into a very large, dome-looking room. Ahead of him was a large staircase the curled around to the a catwalk. He slightly jogged up the steps and onto the catwalk. As he walked on the catwalk he passed many doors. He caught a glimpse of a few that were labeled, “Bathroom.” then on to “Labs.” As the man walked he finally came to the last door labeled, “Control Room.” He twisted the handle and stepped in. The room was full of working men and women, all busily typing at their computer screens. Ray Arnold, an African American and 33 years in age, looked up from his monitor towards the man.
“Hey! Robert, Robert Muldoon. How was your vacation?” Ray Arnold asked, and he lit cigarette. “Just find, Ray. So, how have the raptors been?” Muldoon said. Arnold took the cigarette out of his mouth and said, “Well, there was one attack. But honestly Rob, nothing serious…” Arnold trailed off as he puffed his cigarette. “What happened, Ray?” Muldoon said, his face stern. Arnold put his cigarette in an ashtray by his desk, and continued.
“Well, 8 of the guards went to one of the security bunkers where raptors had attacked earlier. They never came back. But, since we have no cameras outside, we’ll never know what truly happened,” Arnold lit another cigarette and went on. “One of the drivers to the jeeps was killed, but the other 3 made it back. None of the guards were left alive. To tell you the truth, the most thing we found was blood.” Arnold puffed his cigarette then said, “Well, Hammond isn’t very happy with what happened, but hey, you can’t prevent this type of shit. Anyway, we can’t worry about this now, we’ve got other things to worry about, like Jurna for example.”
Arnold swung around in his chair, and continued typing at his console.
ISLA JURNA
An Augusta A109A helicopter soared high above the ocean. Near the tail of the helicopter the InGen logo had been placed. Inside, John Hammond sat, twirling his cane. John was an old man of 74, but he was in great condition for his age. He barely had any wrinkles, and was very healthy. His white, shaved beard made him look like Santa Claus, except with no belly.
The very top of his cane was fossilized tree sap, also know as amber. And inside was the very thing that made his dream come true. A mosquito. It most likely carried dinosaur blood, the exact thing that could make dinosaurs.
The speaker on the ceiling hissed with static, then the pilot, Brian Leonard, said, “Mr. Hammond, we’re nearing the island now, where do you wish me to put ‘er down?” Hammond set his gaze in front of him, on the wall that separated him from the cockpit, and he saw a red button labeled “PUSH TO TALK”. Above it was a speaker to talk in to. Hammond pushed the button and said, “Mr. Leonard, please take her down by the Visitors Center,” Hammond clicked off. The speaker hissed again, and Brian said, “Okay, Mr. Hammond.” Hammond smiled, and he looked out the window. He saw the lush greenery of an island begin. The helicopter entered through the island, right in between two foliage-covered mountains.
The helicopter flew over the lush foliage of the jungles that made up the island. Hammond looked out the window and saw two long necks of Brachiosaurs, munching on some leaves. Hammond watched as quite a few leaves fell away as the Brachiosaurs chewed, never even noticing.
The helicopter passed over quite a few buildings, and he caught a few signs that read, “Dinosaur Vet Station” and “Jurassic Hotel.” Hammond continued looking down at the island below, seeing workmen and guards walking down paths, each leading to a different building.
As the helicopter passed by the eastern coast, he saw the perimeter fencing all along the shore. The perimeter fencing was placed all along the coast of the island, making sure if dinosaurs ever escaped, they would never get through to the ocean and out to the mainland.
The helicopter finally approached the Visitors Center, and it set down at the helipad. The engines calmed, and the rotors slowly spun to a stop. The right door to the cockpit swung open, and Brian stepped out. He walked to the passenger door and opened it. John Hammond stepped out, his cane in hand. The sunlight reflected off the amber, casting golden-brown spots on Hammond’s shirt.
“G’day, Mr. Hammond.” Brian said as he climbed back into the cockpit, shutting the door behind him. The engine started small at first then increased in noise. The rotors quickly started spinning, and the helicopter sped off into the afternoon light.
Hammond watched the chopper leave, then looked towards the path that led to the Visitors Center.
In the distance, he heard a low bellow erupt around the island, the bellow of a Brachiosaurus. Hammond chuckled slightly, and started down the path.
Jake Smith typed at a computer console, screens appear at each touch of a button. Jake was in his mid thirties, and was very handsome. With one hand still busily typing at the console, the other stroked his mustache. His black hair seemed somewhat unkempt but it was nothing unusual. Jake had worked at Jurassic Park: Isla Jurna for quite some time.
The control room was very large with cathedral ceilings and computers taking up much of the space. In the next room was the genetics lab, which carried all the baby dinosaurs. But on this peculiar day, it was only Jake that was running things. Richard Markham, the head computer engineer, was off having lunch, putting Jake, second in command, in charge.
Jake typed a few keys at the console, and on the monitor appeared an image of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was sleeping at the moment, but it stood up anyways. He hit a few more keys, and another image appeared, showing a Tour Vehicle, or Jungle Explorer, driving down a dirt road. He hit some more keys, and an image of a Velociraptor appeared. Jake hit more keys, and the screen changed, showing quite a few color-coded graphs. At the side of the graphs showed the meaning of them. The first represented the park status, and everything seemed to be high, percentage wise. He looked towards the second graph, and that represented the herbivores’ health, and it seemed to be normal.
Jake started towards the third graph that represented the carnivores’ status. His mouth gaped as he looked to see the percentage at 34 percent.
Holy shit, Jake thought. What the hell happened? This would mean that many animals were dead, and that was not true…At least, he thought so. He blinked his eyes to see if he had looked to fast. Nope, it was the same. Damn it, Jake thought again. This would mean he would have to call in Hammond, and Hammond wouldn’t like it. 12 visitors were coming soon, and to have no animals on the tour would make the park a failure.
Jake’s thought was interrupted as Gregory Chard strode in. Greg was in his mid forties, and was slightly balding. He had dirty-blond hair, and was in good health.
“So Jake, how is everything running?” Greg said as he approached Jake’s desk.
“Ah hell, not so good,” Jake tilted the monitor towards Greg, who’s eyes got wide. Greg said, “Holy shit. Does this mean…” Jake shook his head ‘yes.’ The doors to the lab opened, and Jake and Greg expected to see one of the scientists, but they saw the head computer engineer, Richard Markham. Richard was your typical geek, with bulky, black glasses and a somewhat large stomach. His brown hair was slicked back, at an attempt to make himself look ‘cool.’
Jake then said, “Hey, Rich, do you know why the percentage on the carnivore readout is so low?”
Rick lifted from his desk, a can of Coca Cola in hand. He popped it open as he said, “Oh yeah. I did it,” He took a sip of his pop, not noticing the confused faces on Jake or Greg. Rick continued, “So if you’re wondering, no animals have died or been taken off the island. I just had to test if the program was following commands, you know, just so everything runs smoothly on Friday,”
Jake said, “So, you’re saying, that everything is fine? Nothing is wrong with the animals?” Rick took another sip and said, “Yep, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” He took another sip. “Well, I suggest we all get back to work, I’ve got a hella lot of work to do. You know, from double checking the tour program, the system, the animals, the supplies and deliveries.” Jake paid no attention as he set back to work, and Greg headed towards the lab.
Rick, now noticing nobody was listening, and Greg had left, said, “I should tell you, Jake, that Mr. Hammond will be here soon, so, clean up your desk, will you?”
Jake looked at his desk, noticing crumbled up papers, coke cans, and half eaten sandwiches were sprawled around the desk space.
Jake paused from typing as he began dumping things into the garbage can that was located by his desk.
Arrival
Patrick Wilson sat on a bench in a Costa Rican airport. The air was hot and humid.
He had asked the janitor several times if the air was on and he always had said, “Yes, Senor.”
Patrick was in his early thirties and had a lovely wife Mariah. She was a beautiful Mexican girl with velvety brown hair. Patrick had always fallen for her deep, hazel eyes. They had tried quite a few times for a child but nothing seemed to work. The young couple had decided to wait a little longer before they tried again.
Patrick had a career in Bioengineering and worked with the company of InGen. His boss; John Parker Hammond had invited him and his wife to visit his latest theme park. Patrick knew Hammond was very rich and had many parks but he just couldn’t figure out what other park he could build. Rarely he thought of a water park or something, but he knew Hammond wasn’t that kind of person. Hammond only had interest in Safaris, never Amusement parks.
Patrick fell into deep thought when Mariah stepped out of a bathroom. Patrick looked up and met her gaze. God, he thought, she is truly a gift. Mariah came and sat down next to her husband who looked at her with loving eyes. His gaze was torn away when the speakers above them rang, “Flight 32 now boarding, flight 32 now boarding.”
“Whelp,” Patrick said, “We better get going.” His wife grabbed for her purse as he grabbed the two suitcases. The two walked down the hall towards the boarding station. Patrick handed the stewardess their passes and boarded the Helicopter.
Cramped, but luxurious, the helicopter had 3 other passengers that were already boarded: Chris Manuel, Thad Maxwell, and Sharon Maxwell. After they all exchanged greetings, the jet took off for the park. Charles and Thad looked odd to Patrick. They wore khaki shorts, straw hats, and tropical ties. Patrick didn’t bother to say anything but he couldn’t help wondering.
Nearing the end of the trip, Thad struck up conversation.
“So,” He said looking at Patrick and Mariah. “You work for uh, Mr. Hammond?” He seemed hesitant for words.
“Patrick does…” Mariah forced a smile.
Patrick, who was staring out the window, replied, “Yes. I work for Mr. Hammond,” He continued to stare, avoiding eye contact.
“What about you two?” He looked at Charles and Thad. “You two work for Hammond?”
Chris said, “I’m a lawyer actually. I’ve worked with Hammond on this park for some time.”
“What exactly is this park anyways?”
“Dinosaurs.” Thad smiled.
Patrick looked out the window.
“He we are…”
The helicopter sped towards the mountainous, foggy island.
White plumes of waves collapsed on the rocky coast.
The helicopter entered a steep valley. Patrick smiled.
Finally, he thought. A vacation.
As the helicopter flew deeper into the island the valley became thinner, the helicopter being surrounded in foliage.
Patrick stared in awe. The helicopter burst from the valley and over a huge complex. He saw another helicopter landing at a helipad. The helicopter circled a few times before touching down.
Patrick grabbed his wife’s hand as they stepped out onto the helipad. Thad, Charles, and Sharon followed.
Two Ford Explorers pulled up by the pad. They were painted in jungle colors with red striped lining most of the car. A large sunroof covered most of the top. ‘Jurassic Park’ was painted on the cars flanks. The doors opened automatically. Patrick noticed there were no drivers but saw a track that ran in the roadway.
Patrick stepped inside the first vehicle. The doors closed and the cars began driving with an electric hum.
Jake Smith sipped a cup of coffee. He intently watched the tour vehicles on his monitor as they passed the Visitors Center. He typed a few keys on the console and an image of a pack of Velociraptors appeared.
Oh yeah, Jake thought. This is gonna be one hell of a weekend.
ARRIVAL PART 2
The Explorers stopped in front of a lodge. Patrick Wilson stepped out. A cold wind brushed back his hair. His wife stepped out and walked next to Patrick. The others got out of the Explorers and came up behind the two. The front door opened and John Parker Hammond stepped out, his cane in hand. He slammed the door shut and walked over to the group.
“Patrick, my dear boy. And Mariah, nice to see you,” A phrase Patrick had heard all too many times. “And Miss Maxwell. How lovely to see you again.” Sharon said, “Very nice to see you again Mr. Hammond.”
“Well,” Hammond said. “I say we all go inside my Bungalow and discuss, some…Business.” Patrick blurted out, “What kind of business?” Hammond opened the door.
“Come, come. You’ll see.”
Hammond stepped in, leaving the door partly open.
Lightning flashed, illuminating a large cargo ship. The ship crashed through the waves towards an invisible destination. The captain, Stephen Waters, shouted commands at the crew on deck.
“Gently, gently!” A few of the crewmembers pulled out a large, metal crate. “Is it sedated, God fucking damn it!” Stephen yelled over the wind. One of the crewmembers shouted over to him, “Yes, sir. It’s sedated!” Stephen smiled and looked forward. He could now see distant lights.
“Bout bloody time we got here.” Stephen walked down the steps leading to the deck. The boat crashed against a huge wave sending Stephen flying onto the deck. The ship reared up as a wave collapsed on the deck. Stephen saw two men being carried out to sea. “Fuck!” Stephen scrambled up onto his feet. The crew was running frantically, screaming, and untying the lifeboats. Stephen became enraged. He walked over to a few crewmembers whore were preparing to get into a lifeboat. He pushed them both to the ground.
“We are not abandoning this fucking ship, you got that?!”
One of the crewmembers stood and said, “But Sir, look!” He pointed towards a large cloud. But it was no ordinary one. It swirled and became larger, touching down towards the sea.
“Ah crap…” Stephen ran past the two and bellow deck. He came back up with a pair of night vision goggles. He flicked them on and looked out towards the cloud. In phosphorescent green flare he clearly saw the is was a waterspout, deathly near to the boat. He threw the goggles to the ground and ran below deck once again. Another monstrous wave crashed upon the deck, sweeping men off their feet, filling up the cargo hold.
Stephen Waters were flung into the wall by a rush of cold water. He gasped for air before swimming towards the door. He clambered towards it and saw a 80-foot wave approaching them. He cursed harshly. There was now nothing he could do. Nothing at all. He slammed the door shut and stepped back into the flooded cargo hold, waiting for his end. He heard someone screaming, cursing aloud. Stephen didn’t dare open the door. The boat rocked violently, sending him flying headfirst towards an open metal crate. An open crate. He covered his head with his arms. He slammed into the crate with powerful force. He screamed in pain. He began to remove his arms from his face when a searing pain ran through his arm.
“Damn it all!” He yelled in frustration. “My fricking arm is broken, damn it!”
He felt another searing pain in his back. He screamed as it continued to movie down his back. He felt a flush of warmness wash down his back. Blood. He heard a high-pitched scream as something locked onto his neck. He became dizzy, feeling blood rush down his neck. He didn’t feel pain, like it was all just a dream. His wounds no longer hurt; he didn’t feel much of anything. He heard a loud crunching of bones coming from his neck. Everything went black as he entered a new world.
The crewmembers on deck screamed as the boat ran into a large cliff. It immediately caught fire. Many members of the crew jumped off the side or took the lifeboats. But one man didn’t. He smelled gas. He heard the other crew screaming at him, tugging at his shirt. He stood frozen, in shock. The others ran away and off the one way ticket to hell.
In a brilliant orange and red flash the ship exploded, sending small burning pieces of the ship raining down on the Cliffside.
Patrick Wilson sipped more of his coffee, listening to Hammond blabber about how the South American government put up a fit about the island and the park itself. Patrick had just singed a few forms, not really knowing, let alone caring about what they were for. Hammond stood up and clapped his hands together.
“Know that we are all settled we can begin the tour, ey?” He walked towards the door and opened it, motioning for the group to step out. As they all walked down the steps Hammond told them that he’d contact them at the beginning of the tour. Patrick was eager to actually see a dinosaur, but he still didn’t know why he would choose one of his workers to see the park. Why not children instead? He couldn’t mind that thought at the moment. He opened the back door for his wife and closed it when she stepped in. He got into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. The Explorers started up. Hammond waved goodbye and walked back to his Bungalow when the Explorers were out of view.
John Hammond stepped inside his bungalow and chuckled slightly.
Tyrannosaurus rex
The Jungle Explorers followed the dirt path towards a paddock. Inside the first vehicle Patrick Wilson sat in the front seat. A voice came from the dash. It was Hammond. He said, “Good day Mr. Wilson, Thad, Chris, Sharon, and of course Mariah. You were the first to arrive it seems. The second helicopter leaving for the others just took off,” Patrick thought, Great, more visitors. Hammond continued on. “You most likely won’t be meeting. The other guest won’t be staying the night as you all are. Well, back to business. First the cars will enter the Tyrannosaurus rex paddock. You will follow into the Spinosaurus agepty…agep…ah hell forget it’s name. You will enter into the Spinosaurus paddock then on to some herbivores. But before all of that you will have to pick up Mr. Richard Markham and Mr. Charles McNall. Richard said the he insists that he comes with you to make sure everything runs smoothly. Well, enjoy your tour ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Jurassic Park.”
The Explorers turned a curve and was met by two men, obviously being the Rick and Charles Hammond had mentioned. The Explorers stopped and each man entered one vehicle. One man sat in the passenger seat. He reached out his hand and said, “Hey. I’m Mr. McNall, head of the vet station.” Patrick forcefully shook the man’s hand.
The Explorers started with another electric hum. Patrick looked through the large sunroof. Dark, purplish-gray skies loomed overhead. The Explorers came upon a huge concrete barrier. Patrick felt panic spread over him.
“Jesus, are we going to hit that?”
Charles smiled. “No, no, no, of course not,” He pushed a button on the dashboard. Two small sections of the wall opened up, reveling a vast plain filled with foliage and…
Patrick pointed out the window towards fairly large, brownish creatures about 5 feet tall. Charles said proudly, “Gallimimus bullatus. Roughly 5 to 6 feet tall. We’re working with Richard Kiley to make a tour as you’re driving around the park.”
The Explorers entered through the barrier and into the prehistoric atmosphere. Patrick looked out the windows and towards the foliage. In the backseat his wife Mariah did the same.
A soft rain began, coming down in light sheets. Lightning cracked and thunder rumbled. Patrick heard the same rumble again. He heard it again. It was definitely not thunder. He said, “Do you hear that?” Charles said, “Yeah. I think we’ll see Mr. Tyrant King soon enough.”
Patrick eagerly looked out the windows. All he could see was beads of rain trickling down the windows. Charles turned towards the driver’s wheel and flipped on the windshield wipers. Patrick looked out the windshield. 8 minutes passed and they saw nothing.
Charles noticed Patrick’s impatience. He looked toward the dash and pressed a button. A high-pitched cry came from the vehicle. Patrick said, “What’s that for?”
“To call the T-rex. We should see him soon.” Charles said.
Charles was right. Ahead of the vehicles a large, dark reptilian shape lumbered behind the foliage ahead. The Explorers neared it, but it stayed in place. The Explorers stopped 20 feet away from the creature. Charles informed, “I really do wish he’d come out. We could always circle back around…”
They all waited for 6 minutes and nothing happened.
“Well, I think we’ll have to come back later.” Charles picked up the radio located on the dash and said, “Ok Jake, let’s push on.” He clicked off. The Explorers started again. They had nearly passed the rex when lightning struck a palm tree that was located close to the rex. A small fire started. The rex charged out of the foliage and bellowed out, vibrating the very car Patrick sat in. He saw Mariah scream as the Tyrannosaurus rex trampled the second Explorer, heading towards the first. Charles screamed, “Patrick, see that switch by the wheel?” Charles glanced at the approaching rex. Patrick searched for a switch. He found nothing. Charles tried to remember where it was located. He thought frantically. Yes! He remembered that it was located under the dash. Charles began to say something when he was flung through the windshield. He looked up and saw a large, reptilian foot coming down on him.
Patrick Wilson sat hunched over on the steering wheel, blood dripped from his head and the wheel. His wife was screaming at the top of her lungs. She looked towards the crushed side of the Explorer. Rectangular strips of metal were bent and dismantled. An orange fluid dripped on the dirt. She looked back at the Explorer 20 feet back. She saw an unmoving body lying on the ground. She wondered if the person was dead. She kicked open the door and stepped out into the pounding rain. Mariah Wilson ran towards the vehicle. She looked inside but saw no one. She ran over to the side and leaned towards the body. It was Sharon Maxwell. She turned her over and put her hand on Sharon’s heart. There was still a pulse.
“Sharon! Sharon wake up! Please Sharon, come on!” Mariah yelled in despair. Slowly Sharon Maxwell opened her eyes. “Thad?” She asked. “No, it’s me, Mariah. I couldn’t find anyone inside the car. Does anything feel broken at all? And pains?” Mariah felt around for broken bones on Sharon’s arms. “No, I don’t feel anything…But why wouldn’t anyone be in the car?”
Mariah looked back at the car. A small fire burned on the front tire. She looked at the ground. She saw small puddles that lead into the foliage. She walked over to them. Just as she had thought, they were footprints. Mariah pushed back a clump of soaked hair.
In the distance Mariah could hear the deafening roar of the T-rex.
“Come on, we must get you out of here. Come on.” Mariah reached out her hand. Sharon seemed dazed, not even noticing the hand before her. “Sharon. We must go…” Sharon looked towards Mariah. She studied her face, her hair, her eyes. Sharon Maxwell took Mariah’s hand and began walking towards the first car. It was only know that she realized the pudding rain. It came down harder now, nonstop. They reached the car to see Patrick awake, applying a red stained napkin to his head.
“I thought I lost you…” Patrick said.
Quietly Mariah replied, “Me too,”
Patrick lumbered out of the car. He fought back nausea. The rain splattered on his head, dripping down towards the wound.
“Gah!” Patrick dabbed the wound with the napkin. “Damn salt water.” He spat and sat down on the ground.
“Are we the only survivors?” He stared deep into Mariah’s eyes.
“We think Richard, Thad, and Chris made it out. Charles wasn’t so lucky…” She hinted towards the front of the car. Patrick stood up and looked for Charles. He found him, almost completely flattened. A pinkish fluid ran in a small stream towards the car. Instantly Patrick knew what it was. Blood. Patrick looked away. The mighty bellow of a Tyrannosaurus rex drifted through the island. It didn’t sound too far to Patrick.
“We better get out of here. God knows what could happen next.”
Patrick reached into the Explorer and pulled out another napkin and applied it to his wound. He took his wife’s hand and set off down the trail. He gestured for Sharon to follow. A bolt of lightning illuminated the vast valley for a split second, reveling many Gallimimuses running around at top speeds. Patrick gave a half smile as they all headed into a Jurassic World.
Jake Smith sat, dumbfounded. On the monitor before him he saw the wrecked Explorers. He typed a few keys on the console and a different screen appeared. It showed the rampaging Tyrannosaur heading towards the Main Gate. He typed a few more keys and another screen appeared. It showed a Jeep Wrangler driving down the Main road towards the gate. He hoped to God that they wouldn’t fuck it up.
THE HUNT
A Jeep Wrangler sped down the muddy Main Road, flying past the jungle around it. Inside, James Masterson drove. Next to him Tim Barge loaded an Air Rifle.
James said, “Remember, just immobilize him. Ok?”
Tim nodded. The Wrangler neared the Main Gate. James pushed a button on the dash and the gate opened. Covering the gate were electrical wires. The car had almost passed through when the car swerved to a stop. Ahead of it was the Tyrannosaurus rex. It stood there, breathing in and out. Its mottled green skin blended in with the foliage surrounding it. The Tyrannosaur sniffed the air and growled. Both James and Tim could see beads of water rolling down its pebbled skin.
“Ok,” James said quietly. “Just roll down the window and shoot him. Go, now!”
Tim Barge quickly rolled down the window and stuck out the rifle. He aimed carefully, right in between the eyes. He pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Quickly Tim slid open the chamber. It was loaded with one dart. The Tyrannosaur bellowed and charged. Tim swore as he pulled in the rifle.
James threw the Jeep into reverse and floored it. Mud kicked up into the air, splattering on the windows. The Jeep continued to back up, the Tyrannosaur closing in.
“Turn around, James! Turn around!” Tim screamed. James flung the wheel to the side; the Jeep swerved around. The back now faced the Tyrannosaur. James hit the accelerator hard and the Jeep flung forward. The Tyrannosaur bellowed out. It was closer now, gaining on them. They came to a Y-fork in the road. James took the left curve, hoping to lose the rex. The Jeep hit 40, then fifty, easily losing the rex.
They both cheered.
James and Tim looked back to see that the Tyrannosaur was slowing to a walk. James turned back toward the road ahead and screamed. Another Tyrannosaur stood there, roaring. This Tyrannosaur looked different from the one the one that had just chased them. It had tan skin and white spots covering its body. Its underbelly was a bluish color. It was definitely a female. She roared again. James hopped out of the Jeep and ran. Tim screamed as the female Tyrannosaur ran over the Jeep, flattening it easily.
James Masterson ran as hard as he possibly could. He heard the roar of the Tyrannosaur behind him. If he survived this he would have to tell Hammond why there are two Tyrannosaurs running amok in his park. He didn’t really know which would be worse. He looked over his shoulder and saw the Tyrannosaur was very close. He looked forward again and stopped dead. Ahead of him was the male Tyrannosaur. The Tyrannosaur bent down and grabbed James in its jaws. The other Tyrannosaur came up and saw James’s body hanging limp in the rexes jaws. It bellowed out and lunged for the carcass. The male dropped it and bit into the female’s neck. The female roared in pain as the male bit harder. She made a last ditch effort and kicked the male in the stomach. The male roared in extreme pain. The female hadn’t cut open his stomach but easily could have. The male backed up into the jungle and fled. The female grabbed James’s body and swallowed it in one bite.
John Hammond cursed out loudly. He normally didn’t curse but what had happened this day was more than the right time to do so. First he had gotten a phone call that the cargo ships carrying a Velociraptor had sunk. Then Jake Smith said that the Tyrannosaur had charged the Tour Vehicles. There was still no word on survivors.
Hammond sat down on a leather couch and stared out the balcony window. He could see the Visitor Center, the Ranger Station, the Hatchery. He could virtually see almost the whole park. He closed his eyes to take a rest. Soon after he was interrupted by a deep, menacing roar. It sounded very close. He walked to the sliding-glass doors and opened them. He stepped out onto the balcony and looked across the island. And it was then that he saw it. A large, muscular, reptilian body walking towards the Bungalow. It was roughly 40 feet in length and easily 16 feet tall. A Tyrannosaurus rex. But it was definitely not one that Hammond had engineered…No way. The one Hammond had made was a green one, much larger. He didn’t know how there was another one walking amongst the island but quite frankly he didn’t care.
Instantly he walked back into the room and picked up his phone. He dialed “123” for the Ranger Station. Gregory Chard answered.
“Hello. Greg speaking,”
Hammond said, “Greg. I’m going to need some help. We’ve got another Tyrannosaur. I don’t know how but I can’t care at the moment. Just hop in a fucking chopper and take it down. Immobilize it, kill it, whatever. I don’t care. I’ve already got one on my hands and I do not need another. Do your stuff Mr. Chard.”
Hammond set the phone on the receiver before Greg could have said anything.
Gregory Chard slammed the phone on the table and sprinted to the door. The inside of the Ranger Station was dark and full of oil stains. The only real use for it was the weapons and the helicopter.
He kicked open the door and ran grabbed a hold on the short roof. He lifted himself up and jogged over to the helicopter. It was a OH-58D Kiowa Warrior. He banged on the side. Two men appeared from the back.
“Oh hey Greg. Whatcha need?” The one man hopped out of the chopper, wiping his hands of grease. He was John Nye. He brushed back his short, brown hair.
Greg pointed to the approaching Tyrannosaur.
“Shit!” Derail James Steiner yelled. Derail was young, about 20. So was John. But Greg knew the could pull it off.
Greg said, “I need you guys to immobilize it. We can take the Vet chopper and haul it to the rex paddock,” Greg nodded to the back of the helicopter. “You guys armed?”
“Yeah, we’re armed Greg…” John said.
“Good. Well boys, suit up and head out! Good luck.” Greg stepped off the roof, leaving Derail and John alone.
The OH-58D Kiowa Warrior soared 40 feet above the ground, soaring over buildings and forest. John was piloting the helicopter while Derail armed the Air Rifle.
The helicopter swung to the left towards the Tyrannosaur. It dropped 12 feet before stopping in midair.
John yelled over the roaring rotors, “You about ready DJ?”
Derail gave a thumbs-up. He cocked back the rifle and flipped up the telescopic sight. There was a burst of pale gas, and Derail saw a white streak hit the Tyrannosaur in the neck. It didn’t seem to even notice. Derail cheered. He opened the chamber of the gun and placed a canister inside. A strong wind blew against Derails’ face. It only became stronger. He felt the helicopter lurch sickeningly.
Derail screamed as he fell out the open door and to the ground below.
The helicopter lurched down towards the Tyrannosaur. John fumbled with the controls. Nothing seemed to work. The helicopter neared the ground. John thought it was all over when the helicopter seemed to have frozen in the air. The Tyrannosaur had grabbed the tail of the helicopter. The rex growled then threw the helicopter into a small building. In a huge explosion the helicopter burst, sending bits and pieces of burning metal and wood flying. One clump of burning metal landed on a small shed labeled, “MAIN GENERATOR.” It quickly caught fire. Sparks flew all around, some landing on the rex. The Tyrannosaur roared in retreat. It sprinted off into the distance. In another explosion the shed blew.
Return
Patrick Wilson sat in a field, watching a pack of Corythosaurs grazing. Next to him Sharon Maxwell and his wife, Mariah slept. It had been one hell of a night for Patrick. First a Tyrannosaurus rex had attacked him and his wife. Then, later in the night Patrick, Mariah, and Sharon had ran from a pack of stampeding Parasaurolophuses.
Next to him his wife stirred, then calmed. He took in the beautiful scenery. Mountains dotted the horizon. Forest began off in the distance. And ahead of Patrick was a grand field, something you would see in a picture. And the Corythosaurs, they were something you could only see 65 million years ago.
Patrick lay back and stared up at the deep, blue sky. He watched the clouds dance by. Yes, he thought, this was a true vacation. He closed his eyes and drifted off. A distant roar suddenly awakened him. He got up and listened intently. The roar did not stop, and he could hear it was coming closer. It came from his left. He looked and saw a red Jeep Wrangler approaching them. The Corythosaurs urinated in alarm and ran off closer to the jungle. Mariah awoke with a jolt. Sharon did as well soon after. The Jeep parked close to them. The passenger door was kicked open, and out stepped Jake Smith. Patrick could not be happier to see a staff member.
“Ah, Mr. Wilson,” Jake cleared his throat. “I see we’ve had a little ordeal.” He cleared his throat again. “Well, Mr. Hammond and I couldn’t be more happier to see you were still alive. Thank God for the motion sensors. I keep telling Hammond that we need cameras out here. Well, I suggest we get you all back to the lodge so we can straighten things out.” Patrick, Mariah, and Sharon lifted and walked towards the Jeep. They climbed through the passenger door and into the back seat. Jake got in the passenger door and closed it. The Jeep sped off.
The Jeep Wrangled bounced down the Main Road, towards the Visitors Center. A large cloud of dust trailed behind it, covering the back windshield. A man in a pink shirt, dusty red hat, and khaki shorts drove.
Dark, purplish clouds now covered the beautiful blue sky Patrick had seen in the field. The rubber roof flapped in the wind. A harsh rain began. The driver flipped on the windshield wipers. Jake Smith looked out the window and saw the unmistakable shape of the Visitors Center.
The Jeep Wrangler slid to a stop at the entrance to the center. Jake kicked open the door and walked out into the freezing rain. Patrick soon followed, as did Sharon and Mariah.
The four walked up the steps to the entrance. Jake opened the door and walked through. Patrick came behind him. The center was nothing but inky darkness.
“Hello?” Jake pulled out a flashlight. The beam was surprisingly bright. There was a loud bang and Patrick and Jake turned around to see what it was. Mariah had slammed the door and was now locking it.
The two men proceeded forward with caution. Jake pointed the flashlight at the catwalk. It was empty. The whole place seemed deserted.
“What happened here?” Patrick looked towards Jake.
“No fucking idea…”
Jake cautiously began to walk up the steps. The beam of light illuminated the catwalk ahead. With a sharp creak Jake stepped on the catwalk. Ahead of him were a few doors. The lights inside didn’t seem to be on. But Jake wanted to be sure. He looked towards Patrick, who was at the bottom of the stairs.
Jake said firmly, “Stay with them, okay?”
Patrick nodded.
Jake walked down the catwalk and disappeared into the darkness.
Gregory Chard sat on the cold ground of the Visitors Center, a 9mm Beretta pistol in hand. His face was covered in blood. His arms had pieces of glass sticking out of it. He had just been threw one ordeal he’d never forget. Velociraptors had crashed threw one of the windows and clambered inside. Soon more had followed. Greg remembered the mangled bodies of guards he had found. He thought, thank God that I always carry a pistol.
Greg had shot quite a few of the raptors but he was sure there were more inside. He had managed a call to the helicopter bringing the other 7 guests. He wasn’t sure if the call had gotten through. Then he had called the Vet station. He had only said, “Help us!” before the phones lost all auxiliary power. The Vets probably didn’t know where Greg was calling.
Greg heard a bang and immediately cocked the pistol. He moved up against the wall, sliding towards the hallway. Everything was so dark he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to see what he was shooting at.
Greg came to the hallway, pouncing out, and pistol ready. A bright beam met him.
He shaded his eyes as he said, “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Jake! I’ve got the survivors, so lets get to Hammond!”
John Hammond paced around in his private Bungalow. This whole park had been one huge disaster. First the rex had attacked the vehicles, escaped, and killed a few rangers. Then to top it off there was another rex living freely. And it got worse. The power went out and all the lights in the park went out, including the fences.
John walked over to a dresser-drawer. He opened on shelf up and popped out an electric lighter and cigar.
Hammond usually didn’t smoke but did when he got nervous. He lit the cigar and puffed. The smell of smoke quickly filled the room. Hammond walked over to a small refrigerator and popped it open. He came out with a bottle of whiskey. He threw off the cap and chugged it down.
“Aah.” Hammond took another sip before tripping over the couch. The cigar landed on the carpet, starting a weak fire.
Hammond stomped on the fire, in which it quickly went out. Hammond threw the whiskey to the ground and fell flat on his behind. He sighed, knowing that he really had screwed things up. The park had been a complete failure. Everything was a mess.
Ha! Hammond thought, I made them sign those papers…they couldn’t sue me.
There was a knock on the door. Hammond got up and looked through the eyehole. He saw Gregory Chard and Jake Smith, waiting. Hammond opened the door and said, “What is it?” Jake quickly said, “Sir, you must come with us now. Most of the large carnivores have escaped, and so have the Velociraptors. You must come!” Hammond didn’t want to, but he knew he had responsibility. Soon he found himself in the backseat of an Explorer. Greg drove while Jake sat next to him.
The Explorer soon arrived at the Safari Lodge. Hammond found that Patrick, Mariah, and Sharon were already there.
Hammond sat down on a coach and sighed.
“Mr. Hammond,” Greg said. “We need to call for help. I’m going to the Vet station. They have an extra dish and radio. We’ll be able to call from there. Let’s just hope the signals aren’t jammed.” Greg turned to Jake. “Jake, I need you to go the Auxiliary Generator. From there you can try to give us some power, and lights.”
Jake nodded, gravely.
“Lets go.” Greg was already out the door with Jake close behind.
Greg walked down a dirt path in the back of the Safari Lodge. Jake was running to catch up. “Where are we going, Greg?” Jake looked to Greg. Greg said, not taking his eyes off the road, “To the weapons shed,” Greg pointed to a break in the foliage. “This way.” The two soon arrived at an old, rusty shed. The shed had pieces of mold and maggots crawling all around it. Greg threw open a door and stepped inside. He came out with a large, metallic case. He set it down on the ground and went back inside the shed. He came out with a Franchi SPAS-12 and a bandolier stocked with bullets. He swung the Franchi over his shoulder and strapped the bandolier around his waist. He returned to the shed one more time and came out with a 9mm Beretta pistol and a bandolier of magazines. He handed the two items to Jake.
“You know how to work one of those?” Greg opened up the chamber to the Franchi and was placing the ammo inside. Jake said, looking at the pistol, “Yeah…you pull back this thing,” He placed his finger on the trigger. “Wow!” Greg said, pointing the pistol down. “Go on…” Jake continued, “So that fires the pistol…then you load one of these threw this chamber.” He placed a magazine inside the chamber of the pistol and cocked it. Greg smiled.
“Alrighty then,” Greg cocked back the Franchi. “I think it’s time to fix this park up.” Greg brushed past the foliage and disappeared from view. Jake strapped the bandolier around his waist like Greg had done and walked into the jungle.
Betrayal
Gregory Chard lie, flat on his stomach. Ahead of him were 6 Velociraptors. They were all 6 feet tall, pebbled brown skin, had orange, menacing eyes and a large, dagger-like claws on their right toes.
Greg wasn’t sure if he could take them all. It would take at least 4 to 8 shots to kill the juveniles, and at least 10 shots to kill an adult. Damn scientist, Greg thought. Didn’t even take the time to make sure the fucking deadliest creatures the world has ever seen had low metabolisms!
Greg watched as the raptors dashed into all directions, including one coming right at him! Greg flipped off the safety and pulled the trigger. The raptor shrieked as a hole was blown threw its chest. Greg reloaded and sprinted off into the jungle. He knew the others would probably come after him, so he had to make a quick exit. He heard a snarl behind him and turned around. He saw a raptor leaping into the air, mouth gaping, claws spread. He pulled the trigger. Greg was soon flat on the ground with something incredibly heavy on top of him. He saw that the raptor had landed on him. Its eyes were rolled back in its head, blood dripped from its mouth. Greg quickly pushed off the raptor and got up. He grabbed the Franchi, cocked it, and ran. Greg soon came upon a small complex of buildings. He instantly recognized it as the gas station. It seemed disserted. He looked over his shoulder, expecting to see raptors. But none were there.
Greg turned back and looked down the dirt road. He saw something red and shiny, glinting in the sunlight. He looked at his surroundings. He was pretty sure nothing was there. He proceeded to the shiny object, and soon saw that it was a car. A Jeep! He sprinted towards it, yelling in joy. He twisted the handle, hoping it wasn’t locked. The door popped open with a squeak. He hopped inside, slamming the door. He saw the keys were still in the ignition. He started the car, but heard only an electric hum.
“I’ll be damned. The car is electric. Guess Hammond didn’t want to spend the money.”
He put the car into reverse and backed out onto the dirt road. He put it into gear and sped off down the dirt road. If he remembered correctly this road would lead him to River Road. From there he could hit the Main Road, pass the Visitors Center and to the Vet station. Maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all.
Greg had remembered correctly. He soon was following the river towards the Main Road. To his right was a grand, open plain. He saw 8 Brachiosaurs grazing on leaves. But there was something else, something on the horizon, moving toward the plain. He eased around a curve and saw what it was. It was a large pack of Allosaurus fragilis. They were heading straight for him! Greg floored it. He soon came upon a sign that read, “Main Road.” Greg passed it. Ahead of him was a large boulder. He swerved out of the way, plunging into the jungle. His head banged against the rubber roof as he fished down into the jungle. He saw another boulder ahead but it was too late. The front of the car smashed into the boulder, shattering the headlights. The Jeep titled downward in a sickening manor. He was 30 feet above a canopy of trees. He’d never survive the fall. Suddenly the Allosaurs crashed out through the foliage. The leader of the pack smashed the car, sending Greg cascading towards the trees below. He crashed into the first of the trees. The side of the Jeep was smashed in, the glass shattering. The Jeep rocked back and forth on the branch. Greg heard a loud snap. The branch gave way. The Jeep smashed into another branch. Leaves and branches blocked Greg’s view. The Jeep continued to fall, branch by branch. Well, Greg thought. If the car doesn’t fall apart of blow up, I just might survive. The Jeep finally stopped. Greg looked at the windshield. The glass was cracked into a spider web shape. Greg pushed open the door and saw the he was only ten feet above the ground. He grabbed his Franchi and put a foot on a branch, seeing if it would hold his weight. It seemed to so he put all his weight on the branch and began climbing down. His feet soon touched the ground. He looked up at the Jeep. It looked like it had just gone from hell and back. Pipes stuck out of the end, glass shards littered the ground, the rubber roof was torn, the side smashed in. Greg gave a half smile and walked into the unknown of the jungle.
Greg walked through the density of the jungle, avoiding twigs and leaves. He came to a rotted log. He sat down, wiping the sweat off his brow. His eyes began to widen. He looked around at the jungle. He swore he had heard voices. He listened intently. He put a cuffed hand over his ear. He heard nothing. He lowered his hand and looked over his shoulder. He heard the unmistakable sound of the cocking of a gun. Instantly Greg was on the ground. He grabbed at his shoulder and screamed in pain. He felt blood rush over his hand. He had been shot. He heard someone say, “Shut up! You want the dinosaurs to get us?!” Greg called out, “Who’s there?!” He heard the cracking of leaves and twigs and saw three men appear out of the foliage ahead of him. He stared in awe at the men he saw. They were Chris Manuel, Thad Maxwell, and Richard Markham. “No shit,” Greg said, surprised. “I thought you were all dead.” Greg noticed all the men were heavily armed with Uzis and ammunition. Greg found himself saying, “Why are you doing this?” Chris chuckled and said, “Well, I guess Hammond never knew that we work for Biosyn.” Rick said, “Yes, the old bastard never knew. We all work for Biosyn. They sent us down here to collect some eggs…now, the eggs in the hatchery would be too hard to get. So when Chris here came to the island one day,” He glanced at Chris, then back at Greg. “So, as I was saying, when Chris came down here, ‘inspecting’ the park, he went up to the hatchery. When all the geneticist was out having lunch he grabbed a bunch off eggs. The old bastard Hammond was out with Jake at the time, inspecting the Main Generator or something. Well, while Hammond was away Chris took the eggs into the most secluded areas of the island. All of us at Biosyn hoped most of the eggs would hatch, and the dinosaurs would breed. It seems it worked out quite nicely…except somehow a few dinosaurs are breeding on Nublar…either way it really doesn’t matter. So, we chose the date when the tourist would come to take the eggs. Now we didn’t know the power would go out, but that just adds to the fun. Well, while we were gone we have been collecting the eggs. It all worked out. We’re just waiting for the boat to arrive so we can all land at some damned part of South America and take a plane to San Jose. Well, we all better get going. So long Greg!” The three began to trudge into the jungle, leaving Greg to a most certain death. Greg quickly reached for his Franchi before they were out of view. He cocked it and aimed. He pulled the trigger. He heard someone yell, then silence. He reloaded and got up. He walked into the jungle where they had left. He saw Chris Manuel lying flat on his back. He was most definitely dead. Greg swung the Franchi over his shoulder and grabbed Chris’s Uzi. He followed the path of Rick and Thad, hoping to find a way out of the jungle.
The Chase
Thad Maxwell and Richard Markham plunged out of the jungle. Ahead of them was a Jungle Explorer. It was just where they had left it. Rick glanced at his watch. They had 15 minutes to reach the dock and get off the island. That wasn’t much time at all. Thad hopped in the drivers seat while Rick sat in the back seat. With an electric hum the Explorer started. Thad put it into gear and hit the accelerator. Thad looked through the large sunroof. He saw extremely dark clouds moving in. The wind picked up, sending twigs and leaves flying. The wind was blowing so hard that palm trees were literally bending over backwards. Lightning cracked in the distance, following by the boom of thunder.
The Explorer came out into an open plain. In the far distance he could see the ocean. They would make it to the boat in ten minutes tops. On all sides dinosaurs were grazing, hunting. He noticed Albertosaurus sarcophagus, Acrocanthosaurus atokensis, and Brachiosaurus altithorax. He was driving too fast to notice any others. But what he didn’t notice was a Tyrannosaurus rex, waiting in the jungle. Thad yelped in terror as he saw the Tyrannosaur burst from the jungle. Thad knew that it was a male. He floored it, hoping to loose it. But Thad soon had to slow. Ahead of the Explorer was a river. Water spayed on the window as the Explorer crashed threw. He saw the Tyrannosaur in the rearview mirror, gaining on them. The front tires soon reached solid ground. The Explorer plowed out of the river and up a steep hill. Thad revved the engine. He saw the Tyrannosaur was close behind. He noticed its head was down, jaws gaping, its tail straight and tense.
The Explorer came over the rise and onto another plain. A soft rain began, coming down in sheets. The wind picked up, making the rain splash hard on the windshield. Thad flipped on the windshield wipers. The Tyrannosaur was very close now. Thad floored it, seeing the ocean was another mile or two away. If they could escape the Tyrannosaur, they would definitely make the boat. The Explorer was gaining speed, losing the Tyrannosaur. The rex bellowed out, and slowed a little. Thad and Rick cheered with joy. But their happiness was quickly forgotten when there was a shrill crack. Thad saw smoke arise from the hood. He could feel the car slowing. He saw the speedometer go from 25 miles per hour, 20, 15. He slammed down on the accelerator. The car continued to slow.
“Damn it!” Thad yelled. “The river must have shorter the breakers! Fuck!”
Thad saw the Tyrannosaur roaring, running towards the car. Thad glanced once more at the speedometer and saw it was at 5 miles per hour, then to 0. They were both completely helpless now. If they ran out of the car the Tyrannosaur would easily catch them. Thad and Rick both awaited the end. Thad noticed that Rick was sobbing hard, like a child. The Tyrannosaur arrived at the Explorer, peering down through the sunroof. Rick saw this and screamed. The Tyrannosaur bellowed, a long, unearthly sound. Thad screamed as the Tyrannosaur bashed the side of the car with its head, back and forth. The Tyrannosaur kept doing this, making the vehicle lift off the ground, then slam back down. Finally the Tyrannosaur stepped on the back of the car, making it tilt back. The Tyrannosaur then crumpled the back with its talons, starting a fire. Rick was the only one still conscious . He didn’t bother trying to wake Thad. He kicked open the door and ran out. The Explorer exploded with red and orange flames. Flaming debris rained down around Rick. But the end would come to Rick as well. The Tyrannosaur ran over to Rick and clamped him in its jaws. The rex shook Rick back and forth until he was dead. The rex swallowed Rick whole. It bellowed out, shaking the ground itself.
Epilogue- Dark Skies.
Patrick Wilson sat in the back seat of an Explorer. Next to him his wife Mariah lay on his shoulder. Hammond drove while Sharon sat next to him. In the other Explorer behind them Gregory Chard and Jake Smith sat. Jake had tried to get the auxiliary power back on, but was overrun by raptors. Luckily, Patrick had come out and blasted away most of them with a Fanchi SPAS-12. After Greg hadn’t returned Hammond and Jake went looking for him. They soon found him 12 miles from the Visitors Center. Later the three had discovered the burning Explorer. Greg had told Hammond and Jake all about Chris, Thad, and Rick. He told them every last thing they said. Then they arrived at the Vet station to find it in complete ruins. A large dinosaur had stampeded it. But the radio was still in tact. The three received several messages from the helicopter arriving with the other 7 people. The helicopter had been delayed due to a storm but was on its way. Hammond didn’t bother replying, but he knew that the helicopter could take them all home. And that’s where they were heading now, towards the helicopter-landing pad.
The two Explorers soon arrived at the pad. They saw in the distance the helicopter heading to the island. They all cheered. The 6 of them ran out of the Explorers and towards the pad. The helicopter soon landed there. The pilot asked what the hell was going on. Hammond had replied, “We’ve had an incident! We need you to take us home. So refuel or whatever and lets get the hell out of here!” The pilot nodded. The 6 of them climbed into the back and saw 7 unfamiliar faces. The pilot climbed out of the helicopter with a can of gas in hand and walked to the tail of the chopper. He opened a small door on the tail. Inside was a tube leading to the gas tank. He poured the fuel in and closed the door. He stopped. He had heard and felt something. A vibrating boom. He looked to the surrounding foliage. The booms became louder, stronger. The pilot cursed and ran to the cockpit. He clambered inside and flipped a few switches. The helicopter began to lift off. Before it reached 15 feet a single Allosaur burst from the jungle. It roared, grabbing hold of the tail of the helicopter. The pilot tried to break free but it was no use. The Allosaur swung the helicopter, sending it flying above the jungle. The pilot accidentally hit the throttle, making the helicopter to lurch forward.
Mariah Wilson screamed as she began to fall. Patrick and a few others grabbed hold of her. Patrick began to pull up his wife. But it was too late. Mariah screamed as the Allosaur grabbed her leg and pulled her from the helicopter. Patrick screamed, "Noo!" as he watched he wife fall to the ground below. The Allosaur tore at the carcass, taking huge chunks of flesh from her body. Patrick's eyes began to fill with tears. He sobbed, knowing he could do nothing, nothing at all.
The helicopter soared off towards the ocean, leaving Mariah and the island behind.
Deep in the island a many herbivores grazed while the carnivores picked their prey. The male Tyrannosaurus rex fed on the dead body of a Triceratops. An Allosaur walked past the rex, sniffing the fresh kill. The Tyrannosaur roared, warning the Allosaur away. The smaller carnivore roared in reply before galloping off into the valley ahead. The Tyrannosaur continued to eat, tearing at the animal's intestines. The Tyrannosaur lifted its head and looked at the valley before it. The Tyrannosaur watched a pack of Gallimimuses run from an Allosaur. It watched as a pack of Velociraptors climbed onto a small Corythosaur. Many Brachiosaurs grazed on leaves, making a kind of mooing sound. The Tyrannosaur snorted, then bellowed. This island was a true wonder, a true prehistoric world, a true Jurassic Park.
Soon the sun began to set, shrouding the island and it's surroundings in darkness.
JURASSIC PARK: DARK SKIES
*Bless you all! I really enjoyed writing this story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Peace.
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