A/N: Welcome to a brand new story, luckily no anthro for you anthro haters. As much as I want to I don't, I have to for this story. Say hello to a Jurassic Park story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jurassic Park or anything else I don't own.

Claimer: I do own Rick.

"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

Running. That's all I could think about at the moment. Running. It might seem tiring to you, but I have been doing this for a while now. It's one of the most important things to do when surviving on this god forsaken island.

I have been stuck here for a month and I know how to live here. You might think that, me, a young teen, living on this island would freak out first. I actually read enough survival stories to know what to do. You can also thank the Aliens movie for watching the surroundings. You just don't know when something gonna pop out and in this jungle, it happens a lot around here.

Sometimes I wonder when help or rescue will arrive. Hell, I'll take a shrimp or clam boat. I found an old military radio in my hideout. Of course, as everything else here it is old and busted. I've been looking for the parts, but no such luck.

The building happens to be a security outpost. The only entrance is the vehicle and front door. I was also lucky to find a solar power and water generator. Do you know how much power is stored from years of unused solar power? A lot. The water generator comes from a stream running below the building; luckily the stream is small enough to not let big things like compys though, but enough for fish to pass though.

The weapons in there are some tranquilizer guns and a knife. But the most important thing I found is a modern long lasting bow and a lot of arrows. Some people think that guns are better, but let me ask you something. If you go for one use tranq bullets or reusable arrows then which one would you use? I think you already know the answer.

Back to me, I was running from some triceratops that looked like normal ones you would expect to see. I would be jumping and ducking the trees and roots in the path, but these guys were plowing though like it was nothing. I had to reach the area where the outpost is. There is a bunker looking building nearby that will take there without going through open plain; which is dangerous. You don't want another dinosaur chasing you now do you?

Rick jump over a fallen tree to end up at the bottom of a small bankment. He found a small crevice on the side bankment to hide for a moment. He went in and waited. The thundering hoof beats of the triceratops passed over him and he can see them go on to the dense jungle.

He came out and stayed couched to listen to the area. He closed his eyes to listen carefully. If there was one thing that all of this life taught him is 'Be aware of your surroundings'. He slowly took the bow on his back and an arrow. He notched it silently and waited. He soon heard some scampering on his left. He pulled the arrow back and readied to fire it. The scampering came closer and closer. 'That's close enough.' He opened his eyes and aimed to the left to see some leaves moving, although they weren't making a sound, it was obvious that something was there. He let go of the arrow and it went away silently though the air. It went into the bushes and out came a cry of pain. He knew he struck gold.

He went over to find a regular size compy with an arrow though it's midsection. He pulled the arrow out and picked up the compy and ran all the way to the bunker. He ran though the canopy forest with his weapons on his back and a bleeding compy. He had to cover up the smell fast, otherwise he will face the most dangerous thing on the island, and no, it is not the T-rex. It is the raptors that are biggest problem here. They are able to track a smell of blood from a long ways away; he some hunter's smell masker nearby the building to hide the smell.

He came though the last thicket of forest and emerged to a gray bunker that he had been looking for. He put the compy near the door and then looked around an emergency box that he filled with some scent masker. He pulled out a powder filled can and started to spread around the area of the clearing of the bunker. If he's lucky then they will pass by without a thought. He finished up with a bit more placed the edges and the door to make sure.

He took the underground tunnel to the outpost to finally cook this thing. He ate raw meat from fresh kills before he found a working stove. He can't wait to savior the taste of the fresh meat. After a few months on the island, he turned from a city kid to an island survivor. If someone told that he couldn't survive on an island for a week, he would laugh his ass off at this. 'A week, try a month.'

He came upon the door to the outpost and felt relief at this. He's been out on the jungle for two days and can't wait for some sleep on the bed, the only good bed. He opened the door to find himself in the maintenance tunnel. There are three outgoing tunnels, but only one is unblocked from cave-ins. He went upstairs to end up in the lobby. The only place he needs to be is upstairs. He went up the spiral staircase to his home. He emerged to the living room to find that his IPod is still playing 'Crawling Back to You' by Daughtry. 'I can't believe that I left that on.' Although it was at a low setting, it was dangerous to leave it like that. He certainly didn't want any dinos snooping around here.

He turned it off and went to kitchen to cook up something good. Good thing he has something fresh, five day old meat is bad, even with a freezer. He put down the compy on the cutting board to start slicing the good parts; everything else goes in the incinerator. All those years of cutting chicken with his dad paid off to get some food in his stomach. Once he finished with cutting them apart, he slices in some places on the meat to make a small crevice. He then took some salt to marinate it overnight. Once he finishes that he placed them all in the fridge in a large bowl. He would cook them tomorrow. Now, he must eat leftovers.

He finished with a big burp that went unexcused, after all who's living with him. He took off the tactical vest he found in the armory. He then took off his tactical pants to be in his 'inside clothes' as he called it; a half pants and light shirt. He placed them both on the table and went to sleep on his makeshift bed he made out of good ones he found. He settled in for a night sleep as the moon rose to signal it's nighttime. He started to wonder what else this island has in store for him. It's been a month of living hell, but this is how humans use to live back than so he's not that worried.

The pack was running toward whatever made that bloodied smell. Whatever it is, it smells fresh and possibly good to eat. They came upon a clearing that had the building the humans made.

How they hated the humans. They trapped them and tortured them for a long time. Now they were free, but still the human signs of living there once are still there.

The pack sniffed to find the trail, but it disappeared. They all started to split up to find out where the smell is, leaving one in the clearing to at least where it went at the end.

It came upon some white powder and took a whiff. When the powder hit its nostrils it itched so much that the raptor sneezed it out again and again. When it gone the raptor found that the sneezing powder ran in a circle around the building. There was even a bit around the entrance.

Unlike the others in the pack, this one was special. It found human life to be fascinating. The raptor would collect human items such as their clothing and personal items they carried from the mainland, although it didn't know that. It turned its head to enter the door, which was slightly open but still had a bar across it. The raptor knew enough of human building to know how to open them and unlock and lock too.

When it was about to pull the bar it heard to raptor call. Three cries that meant trouble. It turned to the direction of the call and ran though the canopy forest to get there. While it was jumping and sometimes sliding though trees, it heard more cries that came from the pack. Apparently they were trying to help too. The cries kept getting smaller in time until there was none left. The raptor stops when a loud roar that shook the area and left the raptor unsteady came. The raptor knew this roar. It was the victorious roar of the T-rex, as the humans called it, which signals they won.

Realization sets in on this lone raptor. It runs though the forest to end up in the clearing where the battle took place. It stops short of running the clearing and couches down in the heavy grass area. It found it's brethren on the ground dead and not one, but three rexes. Apparently one of its pack members made a mistake and ran into the family. The rexes looked around for a bit, savoring their victory then went into the forest.

The raptor emerged into the clearing to find that ever raptor in the pack is killed. Now that the pack is dead it realizes that without a good number or strong pack it can't defend its territory, it was probably taken by now. The raptor starts to walk back toward where the human building is. Then it starts to think about the white powder that got in its nose. It realizes that only a human can plant that powder and must be trying to keep all the dinos away. It immediately starts to run to get in the building. Maybe it can take out its anger on the human that killed its pack.

The raptor came upon the bunker again and ran straight for the door. It took the bar on the inside by using its front claws. The raptor lifted the bar until it slide back to fall off. Once the bar was off it open the door to hear a heavy creek as it opened. When it was inside it closed the door and replace the bar on the side. It thought that if the human runs than it could trap him. It started to walk down the hallway, its killing claw clicking against the floor every time it hits the floor.

It soon came upon the building interior. It started to sniff around and found that the smell is coming from upstairs. It took one step forward before hearing a high pitched whining sound coming from its right. It turned its head toward the sound and found, what the humans called rope, running though something. The raptor was then lifted up in the air in a large net with its body placed in an upward curve. It couldn't believe that it got caught and by a human no less.

The raptor tried to use its claws to cut the net, but it was too tough. It then gave up and just hangs there, and then there was some sounds of footfalls. First it was thumps then clacks and it hit the stairs. It turned its head to the human that had the nerve to trap it.

Rick walked calmly down the stairs to find that his trap for anything following him works. He caught a raptor in that net of his. He stopped halfway and leaned against the rail with a smirk on his face. The raptor turned its head toward him and gave a raptor hiss. Then it just proceeded to stare at him. The smirk on his face grew bigger until,

"I caught me a big one."

Alright now I know that ropes grew weak over time, but not this one. It is made for catching wayward dinos.

This is my first Jurassic Park fic so bring it on.

The other stories will have to wait, but The Accepted is going to be still continued.

Anyways, Wolfdragon out.