Not one drop of the Indominus Rex is left. But I'm not surprised. The remains of two raptors were dumped into the Mosasaurus tank, not too long ago. From what I'm told, he took care of Indominus also. And here I thought creating sea monsters was a bad idea. But they ended up taking care of the even badder idea. The sun's already been up for a few hours as I walk through the deserted park. Everyone was evacuated last night. Every once in a while a pterodactyl will fly over, ignoring me and moving on. They should've known this would happen again. In fact they did know. I told them Indominus wasn't safe, that she'd get out. But they wouldn't listen.
But when you think about it, neither would I. The whole reason I came to this darn island in the first place was to prove my father wrong. And up until now he was. Now we're both wrong. I made my way to the Visitor Center, or what was left. At the top of the stairs I stopped and turned around. Disaster was all I saw. A loud sound in the distance shook me from my thoughts. It's the Tyrannosaurus Rex. He's more than happy to have his island back.
Everywhere I go, "what now?" seems to be the only words on everyone's lips. And it's a good question… for them. But me? No, I know what I'm doing next. My plans for the future did not include almost being eaten by a dinosaur. But I'm afraid that's almost exactly what happened. Like my father, I didn't come looking for this life, it came to me. But since I know what those jerks plan to do with the Indominus embryos they stole, turning away now seems wrong. Which is why I'm not. My new mission is to find and then stop them.
My friend bellows again. This time I savor it. The little kid inside of me is saying, "That will never get old." But now all I hear is a warning followed by the sudden urge to run.