Vio: This movie is old as fuck, but I loved it. I could watch it all day long, that's how horribly awesome it is. Also, Jesse will be a girl because I want him too, ok? This will be kind of a reborn fic where It ended the same as the move with only those two escaping - I don't want to reveal much in case you haven't watched it. This is Jesse's second chance. Will she make it count?

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Carnosaur 2, thank you very much!

Enjoy! ;p

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Prologue

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She awoke to the sound of silence.

Not the peaceful silence, no – it was more like the 'you'll be killed' silence. Her first inhale almost makes her gag at the horrid stench that floods her nose. Her eyes crack open as she reaches up to cover her nose and mouth. Chocolate-colored eyes widen at an all-too-familiar sight, and she can't prevent the horrified gasp that escapes.

Blood. There was blood everywhere. It covered the turned tables, the ripped booths, the fallen chairs, the once pristine floor. That wasn't even the worst of the scene, oh no, it was the torn and shredded bodies that were scattered about. Her mind screamed at her to either run or hide because they will find her if she doesn't. She inhales, trying to ignore the bit of bile that pushes its way up her throat before peeking around the corner she was hiding behind, praying to the almighty lord above that she wasn't where she thought she was. Sadly, it seemed that fate wasn't on her side today.

She sees one body in particular that catches her attention right away. It was her uncle Joe. Her uncle who was always soft on her and took her in after her parent's deaths. Tears burn under her eyelids as she stares into clouded blue eyes. She had been a trouble child when she was younger, always playing pranks and hacking into any computer or phone that she could get her hands on.

Now is not the time to reminisce.

She glances down at her blue backpack, grabbing it, briefly looking at the name that was stitched at the top.

Jesse Willows

She swallows deeply, hesitantly rising and scanning the room. No sign of those damned over-sized lizards. Good.

She then carefully makes her way over to a fallen table, looking around once more before quietly setting it upright. Taking another quick glance, she climbs onto the table, her heart freezing at the creak it made. Still no sign of the lizards. She exhales shakily, knowing that if any of them were near, they would immediately race towards this room. She reaches up to grab the tiny steel door that hung limply from an open vent. A vent that was just her size.

With a grunt and a few harsh tugs, the door became free, and with nervous look, she throws it at a metal table. Before it even hits, she is already climbing into the vent, disappearing into the darkness as the sounds of claws scrapping the floor and screeched snarls echo close by.

Maybe, fate will at least allow her to save her saviors.

"Bastard," a curly-haired, muscled man growled, "who da hell does he think he is?"

"Our boss," a woman smirked as he glared at her, both instantly looking away as the man between them glared.

The woman turned back to her partner across from where she was sitting, "Rematch?"

"Rematch." the man confirmed as both restarted their game of rock, paper, scissors. The curly man, deciding to be a smartass, joined in except choosing to flip the man who sat in front off. The other two smirked while the man beside him just exhaled irritably.

"Enough, Monk."

The last man, who sat at the end of the seat, chuckled as his friend frowned back before eventually succumbing to his leader's sharp glare. He craned to look back out at the desert and the setting sun that almost seemed to gleam omniously.

It was just a simple job. Get in and out. Nothing to be worried about.

Why was he on edge then?

Hope you enjoyed the prologue! ^V^

Please R&R! They give me life!