This is my first fanfic. All of the characters that physically appear in the story are of my creation, and are not from the movies.
Alice was sitting on her cot, alone in her private room. April 30 said the vid calendar. One more day.
'One Month Alone' sounded exciting. Looked great on TV. Highest ratings for Wednesday night. Who wouldn't want to be on it, right? Well, right now she and eleven other idiots were about to be on fifty million screens across the world. Her chest was bursting. She sighed and focused on the room, not tomorrow.
The room itself wasn't much, just a door on the north side leading to a hallway, and windows on the south, with a cot on the east side. Being in it though, meant great things.
She was able to keep her mobile for entertainment and to say goodbye. The last call was long and sad, as if Alice had already died. After she hung up, she sat there, tears welling in her eyes, but she was making no sound. Why bother? The cameras weren't rolling.
Hannibal. The name was like a mosquito buzzing in his ears. Always annoying. His mom was all hyped up with drugs when she named him. It was right after he'd been born, and she was hazy. His dad suggested Anthony, but his mom was going to hold her ground and nothing would move her.
Hannibal knew what 'The Silence of the Lambs' was long before any kid should. Even though he was named after a cannibal, Hannibal was a nice kid. Throughout High School he was teased. He ran away into the woods for a week and that is where he learned how to survive. He thus rose up through competitions and finally was going to be on a survival show.
Joan had no one to say goodbye to. No mother and father, and the hellish children's home was probably glad to be rid of her. In fact, they were smiling when she left. She sat in her room, removing her nose piercings and preparing her green shirts.
A million dollars. Wow. The games up to now were hard and grueling, but she could take hard and grueling. She was ready for worse.
"I will kill anyone or anything I do not like," Seth muttered to himself. He didn't care about his violent thoughts. He went to juvie as a kid. He spent time in the forest to avoid going to juvie. That's where school really began. Survival.
He also learned how to use weapons (martial arts masters taught him), for he had seen multiple fights between the contestants in the last seasons. He sighed, and then chuckled, remembering the delicious taste of raw rabbit, most likely what he was going to eat for the next month. There was a knock on the door. He slid off the bed and clunked across the floor. His dinner had arrived.
"Thanks."
"Better savor it. It'll be your last cooked meal for 31 days."
"Well, I can't wait for 12:00, June first then."
Lisa felt like screaming, so she did. Her mouth usually went a mile a minute when she was with people. She talked to friends. She talked to animals. She talked to imaginary friends. Her imaginary friend today was her idol from the show, Kira Hayworth. After Kira left, she did cartwheels on her cot, or just listened to her 70s rock. Then she jumped around like an excited toddler.
After food, she memorized every location on the map, titled 'Isla Nublar'.
Adam was at the mirror, putting in his hair gel, even though he didn't need it. He already looked good. He always looked good. And he loved looking good, anywhere, anyplace, anytime. Even doing survival he looked good, and the girls noticed. And the ones who didn't have girlfriends he looked down upon.
Lucky him. Let's see if the luck would keep running, he thought.
The other side of the brain thought, Come on, this is real life, not school.
After fifty million see me, it will be better than school.
It lay on the cot in the lab. The perfect survivor. Dr. Little was proud of his and Dr. Ming's work. He wasn't surprised that she was good at genetics. Her grandfather was the great Dr. Wu himself.
This new creature that Dr. Little and Dr. Ming created was more human than anything else. It looked human, except for it's abnormally large ears, eyes, and nose, which enhanced the senses involved with them. It also had sharp teeth along with a set of teeth for eating plants. It was built to be the perfect survivor, it's reflexes never stopping, brain always alert, open, ready for anything.
It's body build was also perfect. It had great muscles everywhere, so it could lift anything under half a ton. It could reach speeds of 20 miles an hour and hold that speed for fifteen minutes. It had enough body fat that would keep it sustained for three weeks, but not too much that would make it sluggish. It had no complex human emotion. It could also talk, just at the level of a two year old.
All the information for survival had been uploaded to it's brain, making it smarter than all the others. But it had almost no social skills whatsoever. It would most likely live alone and survive. If it was in a group, it would be 'The Quiet One'. It also had no gender or genitals (which is why all the scientists referred to it as 'it').
It was going to be a success, Dr. Little was sure of it. And it was even allowed into the show for this season as a thirteenth contestant. Some of the more superstitious people that worked in the lab told him it was bad luck. He denied it. "Because, in my humble opinion, superstition is for the unscientific ones," he continuously stated.
Another thing he constantly stated, so much he sounded like a broken record was "It's going to be a success!" It annoyed the others, but he didn't care. At least with the dinosaurs off of the island, it would have a higher chance of living than the others.
As you've probably noticed, out of the thirteen contestants, I have only introduced six. I will introduce the others in the next chapter. I can't guarantee an exact date for that to be uploaded. But it will be up within a week. And yes, my chapters will be short.