Ray Arnold lay upon his back, his vision red despite the darkness, pain oozing out of his right arm every second.
Any time now . . .
Just minutes ago he had been running for his life, chased by two of the 'Raptors that had obviously escaped from their pen. Dammit, why hadn't he asked Muldoon to go with him? That man knew more about 'Raptors than he did, and a shitload more about guns. Dammit, he hadn't even bothered to bring a pistol.
And why? Damn one-track mind. Get the job done. And what was his job? Getting the power back on. That didn't entail being chased by a duo of Velociraptors and getting your arm chewed off by one. Dammit, how could he have been so stupid?! The 'Raptor pen wasn't even a yard away from the Generator; where the hell had his common sense been then?!
Sounds echoed in the darkness. Footsteps.
But what kind? Human or Velociraptor? He couldn't tell. His brain was too stressed out to try to hear anything more accurate; it was too busy trying to clot the hole at his elbow.
Suddenly, Arnold's vision grew brighter, until a light nearly blinded him. Did someone turn the power back on, or was this the light at the end of the tunnel?
He didn't care, he couldn't care. He knew he would die.
And just as he sank into the light, the buzz of the generators lulled him to sleep for the final time . . .