Disclaimer: I do not own (nor do I claim to own) any of Jurassic Park, nor the music or quotes which I feature in this story. Enjoy.
I
A single cigarette glided down through the air before being swallowed up by the swelling sea and drifting away from the large cruise ship that floated gently across the surface. The sun's reflection sparkled off of the ocean, causing a man atop of his room's balcony to shield his eyes. Said man was in his mid twenties, and using said cruise as an escape from the tiredness and repetivness of work.
The phone in his pocket buzzed loudly, and the young man pulled it out. A text message from a coworker. He let out a stressed sigh.All day long, he thought, thrusting the phone back into his pocket.
"Is that it?" he whispered to himself, looking into the distance.
On the horizon a little patch of land rose up over the sea. An island. That couldn't be Costa Rica, as the country wasn't an island. The man squinted when he saw a little disruption in the water. He could've sworn a little paddle-like fun momentarily broke the swells of the ocean; no, he must have imagined it. Rubbing his eyes, he stood up and peered over the balcony to the water. Nothing but the waves rising and falling could be seen.
And then a large rumble sounded off from under the sea, like a very angry and loud blue whale. Then the whole ship began to capsize. The man looked over to the bow of the ship only to see an explosion rock the bridge and floors below it.
A massive creature - something straight from hell - arouse from the waves and opened its jaws wide to bite a big chunk of the ship off before flopping back into the ocean. Gasping in a large breath, the man took a step back before the whole ship leaned to its side and the ocean greeted him in.
"My name is Kris... Kristopher Wolfsburg. I am twenty five years old... I live in..." he trailed off as he rubbed his temples.
Less than five minutes ago had he awoken on this island, wherever it was. Assuming this was the one he had seen from the room, he was stranded. And he was freezing. Kris had awoken on a beach and walked inland a little ways. He could see the ocean behind him, and nothing remained from the cruise ship he was on before. It was an exotic forest; purple and pink flowers combined with... Bamboo?
Where the hell was he?
Before finding shelter, Kris wanted to make sure he hadn't suffered a concussion. He prayed he was high.
Kris had experimented with drugs before, and he hoped he did and this was all some hallucinogenic trip he was going on. What the hell was that thing that attacked the ship? It looked straight out of the jurassic age.
Than realization slowly creeped into the back of his head.
"Oh no..." he whispered, checking his surroundings for the fourth time. "I'm on Isla Nublar aren't I?"
Trying to slow his sporadic breaths, Kris closed his eyes and focused on the calming sounds of the jungle around him. He rationed with himself that there might still be people here, or maybe he drifted to Costa Rica or some other South American country. But he knew where he was. Kris didn't like things sugar coated, he liked things blunt, and true.
The catastrophy at Jurassic World had occurred less than a year ago; the fact that the cruise ship could have even gotten that close to it gave him chills.
Kris knew what that was. It was that damned mosasaur. He slapped himself inwardly for not recognizing it. But how did it get out? Kris vaguely remembered the layout of the park, and its habitat was surrounded by land, right? They didn't make a second one did they?
He already didn't have the best opinion of the managers of Jurassic World and InGen; they were tremendously daft in his mind. As soon as the... what was it called? Kris racked his mind, trying to find the suppressed memory. Indominous Rex, that was it.
The moment he saw it on TV still stays with him; the news reporting on a lazy day that twenty thousand people were stuck on an island with dinosaurs who reclaimed it as theirs. Kris closed his eyes morbidly; that thing never got killed. They streamed it live to the world. Some kids and their guardians got stuck in the main Plaza, where three raptors cornered them. He remembered how they cut the footage as the raptors tore into them. From what he knew, nobody has been to this island since.
However, that changed now, because he was here. Alone. Against those demon spawn creatures.
"Alright Kris. Pull it together. Shelter, gotta find shelter and food." he whispered to himself, starting the hike to Jurrasic World.
Kris always liked nature, but never liked camping or staying outside overnight.
The game plan was to find his way to the main plaza area where he could get food, then make a walk back to the resort where he could rest. Maybe there was power. Maybe he could call for help. Kris prayed the dinos had gone extinct for a second time in this place.
The sun rose just above his head, and Kris sped up his pace. Sure, he had many hours. But who knows what speed bumps he could run into along the way, if he could even find the way to the main park.
After an hour of continuous walking in the blazing Caribbean heat, Kris eventually stumbled apon a helipad.
"Finally." he gasped. As he rushed towards the building, his footing was lost as he tripped in a dip in the ground. Scurrying back up, he observed the 'hole'. It was a giant footprint. It didn't look new, which calmed his nerves slightly. They led right up to and stopped at the helipad. Kris gulped and climbed atop the platform.
Nothing was there, but chills ran through his spine nevertheless as he gazed upon the park below. It was a distance away, but Kris could see it clearly. The sun glistened off of the top of the hotels, and he had a clear view of some of the paddocks below. He tried the door to go inside, but it as locked.
"Who the hell locked this door to escape that thing?" he asked himself.
Kris hopped down off the helipad and made his way down the steep mountain it was perched upon. This was going to be a real hassle to get down; the mountain was much more steep than he had previously thought. But he did have no other way to get down there, unless he wanted to walk around the whole park hoping there's another way.
The former sounded better.
Kris slowly edged his feet too look down the drop and bit his lip softly, inspecting every which way around him. He huffed, looking straight down. Taking a deep breath, he sat down on the mountain, sliding down as steadily as possible. Making the occasional stop to hold onto a tree and make sure nothing dangerous lay ahead was important.
Little bugs clung to his body as he slid through the tall, overgrown grass. It took ten minutes to reach the base of the mountain, where Kris immediately went left. He had seen a road snaking into the park from the vantage point, and it would be the perfect way in.
As Kris speed walked through the trees he froze when he heard walking mimicking his. When he stopped, so did whatever else, and it was stalking him from somewhere. Kris frantically whirled around, to see nothing, just grass, trees.
Maybe it was my imagination. Yeah, I'm probably just going crazy.He reassured, before promptly turning back around and advancing once more. Kris did turn around periodically, not fully assured that he wasn't being hunted by a dinosaur.
In fact, he hadn't come across one yet which was a good sign. Maybe somebody had the audacity to carpet bomb this place back into the jurassic period.
The footsteps that followed closely with his seemed to continue, but another joined; and another. Kris stopped suddenly and heard one still moving before stopping abruptly. Then he heard some chattering behind bushes directly behind him. His face paled and quickly turning around, he bolted, twisting through the trees and hopping over ferns and logs.
After blindly sprinting for a few minutes, Kris stopped when he came across a dirt road. He turned back to the forest, looking to find whatever had been following close behind, but nothing came. Turning towards the direction of the park, he started jogging, keeping an eye out in all directions.
I'm imagining things. I have to be. He thought. If he was being pursued by hungry dinosaurs, they would've gobbled him up by now.
Continuing along the path, Kris took in his surroundings. The whole forest was irresistibly tranquil when the threat of dinosaurs wasn't on your watch. But he hadn't forgotten; every so often Kris would stop suddenly, expecting another step to echo his. None ever did.
The dirt road was long, and his stomach rumbled. He hadn't gotten around to eating breakfast this morning, and working on an empty stomach wasn't going to help him. It would have to wait until he got to the main park however.
Kris silently wished this island wasn't so big, or that mountain had been closer. He had been walking for at least a half hour by now, and was getting tired and bored. Though the trees shaded him from the burning heat the sun radiated towards him, it was humid. And even though living in southern Florida, he hadn't remembered a time that the smell of rich, humid, and somewhat wet dirt made it hard for him to breathe.
Eventually, Kris came across a gate. It was wide open, it had been forced open. He could guess what did it.
Cautiously strolling in, he checked behind him once more, and saw nothing except the trees and grass. Swallowing his fear, Kris walked through the gate, and the pleasant sight of restaurants and the mosasaur bay greeted his eyes soon after. He wondered if it was still in there, but doubted it after the attack from earlier. But how would it have got out? They had to made a second one somewhere; and this one must have died from starvation, unless a couple of dinos felt like going for an afternoon swim every day.
The street was barren. The bricks and pavement that once held it together were torn apart from roots that grew up. Vending carts and cans, hats and souvenirs, all laying scattered around. It was haunting. Twenty thousand people used to cloud these streets, he remmbered how packed it was. Now nobody remained but him. He was convinced there was no dinosaurs. They must have eaten all the food and starved themselves.
Kris wandered into a margarita restaurant and walked into the back kitchen. The room was a mess, and he definitely wasn't the first to visit it. Metal shelves were pushed all around, and no meat remained in the freezer. Who had opened the door to it? The dinosaurs can't open doors, right?
Scouring around the remaining ruin of the kitchen, all Kris could scavenge was two warm bottles of water and bag of hamburger buns. Taking it as better than nothing, he pocketed the items in a pouch he found on a table.
"Shit..." he mumbled, looking at the plaza. The main building located at the end of the street had a huge chunk ripped out of it. Dried blood littered the ground all around.
Not wanting to stay around longer, Kris decided to make his way to the resort building and set up camp for the night. Maybe call for escape.
But then it hit him; there was no way to get there. The only way was the monorail, and he doubted it was still operational, and if it was, how would he know how to pilot it? And even it was automated, and if the power was on, it still likely wouldn't work.
The sun was slowly setting, the daylight fading as the day shrank away. Kris gulped and looked around for another place to sleep. There had to be some crew quarters over on main street or somewhere near it.
Once again, Kris made his way down the street. He jumped when a shrill bark from behind him, and another responded.
Kris turned, but didn't see something, but heard it call out again. He turned and ran into the closest building he could find; the IMAX. Ducking into the ticket booth, hoping these things didn't want to watch a quick flick, he listened greedily to the sounds around him. Another call rang out, and another chirped back. Kris dared not to peak his head out.
There were still dinos on this island apparently, and more than one. But he wasn't sure if they were carnivores or not. One of them walked past the IMAX, its claws clicking on the pavement as it went by. Another followed, chirping at the other.
Kris knew they were communicating about something. He could hear something tapping on the concrete repeatedly, and wondered what it was. But he was content not knowing for the time being if it meant not getting his head bitten off. Kris stayed silent, cupping a hand over his mouth just in case his breathing happened to be loud enough for those things to hear.
After ten minutes - though it felt like an hour to Kris - the dinos moved on. Letting out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, Kris peered out. Nothing was there.
He took back to his feet and continued to try and find somewhere to rest; albeit slowly and more heedful to his surroundings. No part of him wanted to see or be seen by those dinos. Kris felt like he had dodged a bullet already by not being eaten when he was in the booth.
The sun had almost entirely set, but he hadn't made any progress wandering through the main street. Until he passed the Innovation Center, to where on its immediate right was a crew quarters area. The door had a red label that read STAFF ONLY but he advanced regardless.
Pushing the door open, he scanned the room, trying to find something that resembled a bed. Those crew members had to sleep here, right? There's no way nobody would watch over the park and everyone would go the hotel.
Kris sauntered around, gazing into the lockers that scattered the walls.
After changing into a set of Jurassic World staff clothes, he smiled when he came across a room filled with bunk beds, and returned once more to the door, which he closed and locked. Checking to make sure nothing else was hiding in there, Kris fell into the hard bed, chewing on one of the hamburger buns. It was stale, but not rotten. As long as it was good enough to eat, Kris didn't mind.
Closing his eyes while absent-mindedly staring at the ceiling, he recalled the events of the day. Kris rolled over and frowned, trying not to panic. So far, he had kept his emotions from getting the best of him, and that wasn't going to change right now.
The thought that he couldn't get to the hotel irked him down to the core. It might've been the only way to contact the outside world. Though, he wasn't completely lost. There still was a great possibility that some telephone was to be found. The power was still on somehow; it had just occurred to him. Why? Maybe someone was still here? That cheered him up a slightly, but investigating would have to wait until the next day.
Kris awoke to static. He sat up but immediately hit his head on the roof and fell out of the bed, landing on the ground with a thud.
"Ow..." he gasped, rubbing his head.
Kris stood, walking to the source of the static. It was a radio sitting on a table in the main dining area. He was surprised it still worked.
"Hello?" he spoke into it.
The static suddenly turned off, and a voice responded.
"Whoa, who are you? I didn't know people were still here." the man spoke back to him.
Kris jumped at the voice. "Hey, you need to get me out of here-"
"No can do, man. I'm stuck here with you. The name is Lowery by the by."
"Why are you still here? It's been almost a year! How are you still alive?"
Kris could hear Lowery shifting his weight before responding, "Well. I've survived off four vending machines. Conservation, my friend. There's no way out to put it bluntly; I've tried."
"Where are you?"
Lowery chuckled, "Control room. But I'm locked down here, not that it's really a bad thing. I'd rather be here than in the crew quarters."
Kris blinked. "How'd you—?"
"Cameras. They're everywhere." Lowery said through a smile. "So, what makes you want to try your life here?"
"Oh I didn't want to be here at all. In fact, one of yourmosasaursattacked the cruise ship on. And as if you guys don't have enough lawsuits on your hands! I can't imagine—"
"Hey, don't pin this on me, buddy! I'm just the guy who is stuck here with my dinosaurs okay?"
"You have dinosaurs with you?" Kris hissed.
Lowery snorted. "Why of course! I have my own little zoo in here! They're all plastic of course, but that's fine really. They don't want to eat me. Want to hear their names?"
"No I—" Kris started before abruptly being cut off.
"Great! So my favorite, it's an apatosaurus and..."
Kris sighed and threw the radio back on the table as Lowery rambled on about his 'dinosaurs'.
This guy is crazy, Kris thought. His hopes had momentarily been raised and then soured by Lowery's words. No way out, he had said.
Bullshit.
Kris was getting out, whether there was or wasn't a way out in Lowery's mind. He just had to find the way.
When he opened the door to go the main street, Lowery's muffled voice accompanied the squeaking from door.
Kris knew he was probably scolding not to go out, but it didn't matter. If he wanted to get out of here, staying in a room wasn't going to help him.
Kris peeked out of the doorway. Nothing was out where he could see, and he cautiously stepped out. A slight drizzle fell onto his head, puddles were beginning to form all around.
Looking up into the sky, Kris could see two pteranodons gliding overhead. He stopped and waited for them to be a considerable distance away before resuming. The lack of dinosaurs in the park was disturbing, not that he was complaining.
Once he walked into the innovation center, Kris had to stop and take it all in. The great structure was missing it's top; the rain dropped through. Aimlessly walking through, he stopped at the hologram displayer. Pressing a dilophosaurus, he jumped back a bit when it suddenly appeared.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one who was scared by it. Kris heard a little shriek followed by a snort and turned to see a dark brown and blue raptor studying him with one golden eye. A scar ran across the left side of its face, and it opened its mouth to hiss at him. He backed up, but ran into something hard behind him. Spinning around, he fell backwards at the sight of another raptor snarling in his face. The almost solid green raptor stood over him, placing a claw on his chest.
But another bark came from the doorway. A third raptor appeared, moving in front of the first one. This one appeared to have authority, so the green one removed its claw, chittering towards the third one. All three raptors stood around him now, and Kris took a second to gather his thoughts. All of this happened in less than forty seconds and he needed to clear his thoughts. The green lifted him with its jaws by his shirt to face the third raptor. It was somewhat similar to the brown and blue one, and had a deep blue stripes descending its body. The blue one walked close to Kris, eyeing him warily. Its nostrils flared and it hissed, splaying its claws, slightly bending down. Kris closed his eyes and turned away, but nothing happened except a deafening roar from down main street. The blue one stopped and turned around, growling slightly. The brown one chirped and walked out. The green one followed, snapping it's jaws at the blue one.
The remaining raptor narrowed its eyes at Kris before getting behind him and shoving him out. Kris gulped and his eyes widened at what waited for him in the main street.
It was the Indominous, laying on the street. It looked bored, until Kris was shoved before its large snout. One crimson eye stared him down intently, as it breathed long, calm breaths. It let out a snort and looked to the blue one. The raptor shifted awkwardly and gestured to the brown one. A conversation ensued, and all Kris could do was sit and listen as the pack argued about something. He began to shake and sweat uncontrollably.
Need to find a way out. Kris thought, doing a sweep of the area with his eyes. A little book store was to the right, and it was his best bet. Now he had to wait for the right moment; if he went now the Indominous would scoop him up. As the four continously mouthed to each other, the large hybrid moved its claw and Kris took the opening.
Sprinting as fast as possible, he could hear the raptor's shock and the Indominous's anger as he charged into the bookstore. Taking a brief look over his shoulder, Kris could see the brown one charging at him with its claws splayed out.
He found a table and used it to get something between them. The raptor jumped in top of the table and hissed at him, but Kris was already a step ahead. He slid under the table, and the raptor leaned its cocked head under, searching for its lost prey.
The green one charged forward, with the blue one not far behind, cornering him. Taking a look behind his shoulder, Kris noticed the brown one readying itself to lunge at him. Pretending not to notice, he slowly backed up until he heard the shifting of claws on the table. Dropping himself to the floor, he could see the brown jump over him, effectively slamming into the wall. Kris winced a little but took the opportunity to run through the two other raptors as they stared at their disabled packmate.
But Kris didn't get too far as he skidded to a stop, staring into the red eye peering down at him. It looked at him with some kind of confusion or curiosity mixed with anger. Its breath smelled terrible, and it repeatedly huffed unto him. Kris made sure to stare directly back, trying to make himself bigger than he was; he wasn't too sure if it was a good idea.
The Indominous stepped back, taken by surprise by this human's challenge. It raised its head back, letting out a furious roar.
Kris once again saw a gap, and took it, running through the Indominous's feet into a smoothie shop behind it. He could hear it barking and chittering to the raptors, and then heard the raptors claws following him. Kris ran up a set of stairs in the back of the store.
The blue raptor stumbled on the first step and cashed its neck onto the stairs. The green one hopped over it and climbed the stairs carefully before reaching the top.
Kris watched as the green raptor rounded the doorway, opening its mouth and hissing as it approached slowly. The room had no windows; a one way door was the only way in or out.
The blue raptor came in, and the green one was growling lowly. Kris wasn't sure how he got this far; but he was certain he wasn't going any farther. The green one stood too close for comfort, and Kris just looked back at it, meeting its honey coloured eyes.
Kris turned to the blue raptor who was also watching him carefully, and he turned to directly look into its eyes as well. He wanted them to think he was challenging them. Kris watched as its snout puffed in and out for a few brief seconds before a roar shook the building.
The green one turned to the blue one, who chirped at it, causing the green raptor to leave the room. The blue raptor walked close to him, watching intently. Kris tried to control his breathing as the raptor growled at him.
"Back up!" he shouted, but his voice cracked and came out uncertain.
The raptor stopped and blinked for a second, and then narrowed its eyes. It had been taken off guard from the sudden command. Kris took a step forward, swallowing his fear. The raptor let out a small chatter before leaning down to lunge at him. Kris spun out of the way as the raptor rushed him, before running through the door and down the stairs.
He ran onto main street where the Indominous had its snout in the bookstore. Kris chose not to question and bolted to the staff quarters. The claws meeting floor and snorts behind him amplified as he ran as fast as possible. Throwing the door open and quickly closing it, the raptor flung itself into the door, flinging it open and making Kris fly back to the cold ground.
The blue raptor let out a hiss and stood over him. Kris sent a kick to its vulnerable belly. The raptor let out a shriek and fell over, scrambling to get back up. Kris grabbed a chair and threw it at the raptor, and it hit just below its eye.
The raptor regained its composure and lunged to him, sending three gashes down his chest. Kris yelped and stumbled back as the raptor hissed and tried to hit him again. One large claw cut his shirt open, grazing his stomach. It swiped again, trying for the same spot, but missing. Kris fell to the floor, and grabbed a upturned foldable table, putting it between them. A large claw pierced the wood, scraping down his cheek. Kris pulled his knees to his chest, placing both feet on the table before pushing up as hard as he could. The raptor was sent stumbling back, tripping over its own feet and falling down. Kris stood as the raptor did, and it growled at him. He edged back, trying to find something to defend him now that he was trapped in a corner. It leaned down and jumped at him. Kris moved to right as its body flew towards him. Both of its claws wedged into the wall on each side of his head, and the raptor pulled back to get them out. Kris jumped onto its back, wrapping his arms around its neck. The raptor let out a shriek and bucked its rear up, sending Kris forward into the wall and back to the floor.
It hissed and pulled its claws out of the wall, setting one on his chest.
"Hey! Blue!" Lowery called out from the radio.
The raptor blinked and turned its head, tilting it slightly at the radio.
Kris exhaled. That was its name apparently. It growled lowly and turned back to Kris.
"Blue! Eyes here!" Blue jerked its head back to the radio, hissing lowly. "Alright, good girl. Now, come over here."
Kris breathed as the raptor shifted its weight, applying pressure to his chest. He gritted his teeth but mustered out a couple of words. "Blue!" he yelled, trying to sound as dominant as possible. "Get! Shoo!" Kris wasn't sure what commands it knew or if it could understand him.
Blue narrowed her eyes and lowered her head, sniffing at Kris. He closed his eyes and breathed through his mouth, it smelled putrid. The raptor smelled him for a while but growled again.
"Hey, don't give me that tone! Back up, Blue!" he yelled as loud as possible, and the raptor blinked again, seemingly confused. "Back up. Now." Kris said as firmly as possible.
Then a stiff snort came out of the radio. Blue turned again, looking to the radio. Kris grabbed her claw as she released pressure, sliding himself out of her grip and making a dash for the bedroom door. Running inside, he grabbed the door handle, sliding it closed, and locking it.
Outside the room, he could hear the raptor growl and walk around, before it threw itself into the door multiple times. The door barely dented, and the raptor huffed, turning away. Everything went quiet for a moment; until a three strained chirps rang out. And then again, and again, until one responded from the main street. Then the outside door came down. At first, Kris was confused; the raptor had broken it open.
Apparently not. He could hear multiple taps on the floor, raptors stepping around. He could hear them sniffing the air, searching for him. But the blue knew he was in there; why didn't she just attack?
The raptors were talking about something, chirping and chittering. Kris could hear the heavy breathing of the Indominous as it sat outside. Then silence for a few minutes, and then they vacated the room. Kris narrowed his eyes at the door.
Something doesn't add up.
But as all raptors left, the Indominous stayed behind, breathing slowly and loudly. Kris knew what they were doing.
They were starving him.
The raptors didn't want to use any extra strength to break down the door, and Indominous couldn't reach its snout far enough into the underground room to open it. So they would starve him.
Kris sighed but sat back onto his bed. What they didn't know, is that he had food and water for the next couple of days. Albeit the water was warm and the bread stale, it was better than having to open the door and have some one-on-one with the carnivores.
Maybe after a day or so, they'll think I'm dead and move on. Kris thought hopefully.
After trying to crawl into a bed, he winced after remembering his wounds. Taking off his shirt, Kris accessed his wounds.
Three gashes ran down the left side of his chest. They didn't cut too deep, but were bleeding. A single red line ran across his abdomen, but it wasn't open. Kris felt the side of his face. It was bloody and would leave a scar but it wasn't too serious.
Looking around the room, he realized each bed had a little cabinet underneath. Kris mentally face palmed himself. How had he not seen it before?
"Alright, 'Commander Hamada', show me what you got." he whispered, opening the cabinet. A roll of toilet paper was all he could find.
Kris bit his lip but took the roll, and opened one of the water bottles. Pouring a drop onto it, he made to clean himself off. Only using half of the bottle before closing the lid and placing it on the bed, Kris surveyed his work. Nothing could be done about closing the wounds besides two small band-aids, and he hoped it wouldn't get infected.
Kris rested his head on the bed, trying to find sleep, but he couldn't. The heavy breathing of the Indominous had stopped, and nothing could be heard outside. He wanted to get out and see if anyone or anything was still there. Kris sat in the dim light for a near hour before making up his mind. He was restless, and he wanted to see if there was a way to get out of here; maybe Kris could find salvation far from here.
Kris closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, gathering himself before opening the door. He looked across the room, gulping when his eyes wandered to the door. Kris expected to see a large crimson eye gazing back, but nothing was there.
The rain has stopped, but it was humid. Puddles scattered around the ground, and the smell of wet dirt filled his nostrils.
And then the ground beneath him vibrated, followed by a puff of air; it was low, menacing, but brief. Kris silently ran to a little outdoor eating area enclosed by a roof. He tried to get inside but another large vibration made him stop, pressing himself under a table.
The Indominous' snout came into view, its nostrils flaring. It let out two little barks and seemingly waited for a response. When nothing came back, it lowered its head as much as possible, one blood red eye searching the area.
Kris closed his eyes and waited. The hybrid stuck its snout as far as possible under the roof. He looked to the right and was hit with a rancid stench of death and decay. It stayed there for a while, sniffing the air, seemingly waiting. It let out another loud snort, and another responded in the distance. The Indominous let out a small growl before violently snapping its head to the left, smashing a few tables.
Scrambling to his feet, Kris ran to the door, opening it before getting inside. The small coffee shop had nothing much to offer as cover. A few tables and the back counter. Kris ran, jumping over the counter. The Indominous let out a roar and charged its snout into the front of the building. The windows shattered, glass shards sent flying throughout the room.
Kris tried to muffle his ears as it let out another ear piercing roar, leaving a sharp ring. It wiggled around, smashing against anything it could. There was a door about ten feet away, leading to the back area. As the huge hybrid shoved its snout further into the coffee shop, Kris crawled towards the door. He wasn't in too much danger, since the Indominous' snout couldn't push itself any further.
And then it let out three loud but stiff chirps.
"Shit..." Kris groaned, standing and pulling himself along the wall to the door. It opened easily and he shut it behind him. He frantically searched the room. There was no door out to the back, and all that lay in there was a simple wooden desk.
He could hear the Indominous make a low grumble and glass shifting and breaking; and the tapping. One impatient claw rasping on the floor over and over again. Gulping, he gave the room another glance before a large pound came from the door.
Quickly, Kris formulated a last plan. He knew he was going down.
And he was taking one with him.
Standing behind the door, Kris waited, crouched down slightly. The door suddenly burst open, and he eased it to the wall.
A single green raptor walked in, and sniffed the air. Before it could get the chance to jerk its head towards him, Kris jumped onto its back. He knew it didn't go well the last time, but he adjusted himself. Wrapping both arms around its neck, Kris scrunched himself up, kicking its sides with his feet.
The raptor let out a shriek and tried to buck to get him off. He could hear claws behind him and a snort as something hard came into contact with his back. Kris was sent across the room onto the ground, his head striking the ground, and darkness enveloped him.
Before even opening his eyes, Kris felt the splitting headache repremanding him for waking up.
Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly. His back hurt, his head hurt, his ribs hurt, his stomach hurt.
Everything hurt.
As he fully sat up, he was met with a low growl behind him. Kris turned, and jumped slightly at the brown raptor standing over him. A strong bark came from in front of him, where a blue striped raptor hissed at the other. The brown one flickered it's gaze between them before growling lightly and laying down. It's narrowed bright yellow eyes as he looked around. The green raptor was laying down in a patch of leaves, asleep. The blue raptor was pacing around the little clearing slowly, stopping to sniff the air or let out a chirp occasionally.
Kris let out a shakey breath as he shifted his gaze between the three. He pondered why he was still alive; all he remembered was landing here, and finding the staff area. Vaguely, he also remembered getting attacked by the blue striped velociraptor. How was he still alive? Kris was sure that by sundown he wasn't going to be.
It was about noon. How long had he been out? This place smelled terrible, like a mix of death, vomit, and feces.
And that was putting it lightly.
Kris resisted the urge to puke as he looked around, trying to find something to content his eyes.
The clearing wasn't all that big, only about twice the size off of the coffee shop. Kris swallowed as he tried to stop the tears staring to form in his eyes. He didn't want to die; he had his whole life ahead. At least another forty years.
But now it was looking like a couple of minutes.
Kris refused to close his eyes for more than a blink, even though the excruciating headache told him to. The raptors stayed in their see separate positions, until the green one stirred.
It looked to Kris for a moment before moving amber gaze to the blue striped raptor and growling lowly. What was its name? Kris wondered for a second. Blue! that was it.
The green raptor started up a conversation, occasionally looking back to Kris. After a while, Blue barked back at it, following with a growl, shutting the green one up quickly.
He assumed she was the alpha or beta, since she obviously displayed authority. Kris looked around once again. The brown raptor was still in the same position, paying no mind to its arguing packmates. It narrowed its golden eyes again, watching every breath he took.
Kris broke the stare to look off into the forest. The sun was almost overhead, the rays breaking through the trees. He couldn't see any kind of herbivores or carnivores anywhere. Maybe this pack had starved themselves out, and they were going to split him among them. The thought was morbid, but reasonable. These creatures weren't that intelligent though, right? Kris reasoned with himself. They were just animals is the end. He knew for a fact that Indominous was; he could see it in its eyes. The raptors were smart enough to hunt in packs but he wasn't sure they were actually highly intelligent.
He was startled from his thoughts when a roar was heard in the distance. The green raptor shifted uncomfortably, letting out a small chirp. The brown one momentarily transfered its gaze in the direction of the noise before turning the attention back to Kris. Blue stayed in her position, looking off into the distance. It almost seemed like she was waiting for something to change, or move.
Kris sat nervously waiting for something to happen. It was odd how only one of the three paid him any mind, while the others virtually ignored him. Something was wrong, and he knew it. These raptors should have tore into their new prey by now. And where was the Indominous? So many unanswered questions and holes in whatever was happening to him.
All of this was transpiring much too quickly for Kris to fully process. Even though he had spent at least two days here already, his brain was having a hard time comprehending it all. First, a mosasaur attacked his cruise ship, leaving him on Isla Nublar. And, he found it odd how he was the only one who survived. Unless others did, but they would be dead by now if they did wash ashore. Then, he met a man who survived off vending machines for a eight months, and is now captured by raptors.
It all seemed like a twisted dream. Or some kind of story book that would now be chronicling his demise by the raptors.
Kris thought back about Lowery. That man had gone crazy, he was sure of it. Kris found it unlikely that the grown man would have been sitting at his work station with plastic dinosaurs before the Indominous break out. Though, how could he blame him? All Lowery could do was talk to himself for eight months. Kris couldn't imagine that; he prided himself in being a very social person. Kris wondered what the man was doing as of now. The amusing thought of a grown man setting up a hierarchy of toy dinosaurs on his desk floating into Kris' mind.
A stern chirp caused him to jump and look around for the source. The brown raptor was on its feet now, snapping its jaws at as it walked past. Kris tried hard not to flinch, but he slightly did. The three raptors looked off into the distance, the general direction that the roar had come from.
Kris bit his lip as he turned around to see the wide open jungle. The raptors weren't keeping an eye on him but he knew as soon as he ran, they would be upon him. Kris shifted his weight and the brown raptor immediately jerked its head and barked at him. Kris put his hands up in defeat, shrinking back slightly. It let out a huff of air before turning back around.
Another roar shook the trees around them, but it sounded muffled, yet still loud. The green raptor shifted uneasily and looked Blue. She narrowed her eyes into the distance and let out a string of growls.
Kris still wasn't sure what to make sure of all this; it was too surreal. He could feel himself getting dizzy. The headache that constantly tugged at him, piled onto the anxiety was forcing his brain to overheat. Kris let himself close his eyes for a moment, but careful not to let down his guard.
A cool breeze flowed through the forest, brushing the leaves as it went. The raptors stood at full attention.
Something had to be wrong, Kris could tell by the way they were acting. Was the Indominous in danger? Was there a bigger predator in this island he wasn't aware of? God knew the kind of things that those scientists made behind closed doors. That hybrid freak obviously hadn't been born that large when it was made. Tickets had been sold months in advance to see it, so one would assume it would've been a couple months old.
Apparently not.
If the public only knew about this thing once it was older, or on its teens, who knows what else could have been breed here. Another evil that rivaled the Indominous' power could have had time to fester in this place, and now it roams free.
Kris shuddered at the thought, but it wasn't far fetched at all; he hadn't seen one herbivore on the island. These things were probably waiting for Indominous to get back so they could share his insides.
He gulped, realizing that he was drenched in sweat. Rightfully so, Kris thought. These raptors were getting more antsy by the second. They were all visibly tense but still waiting. For what, Kris wasn't sure; but it was making him more nervous than he already was.
The sun was slowly setting, and Kris' headache was getting worse by the minute. He frowned, looking around again. Nothing could really get him out of here. Hell, if he even so much as shifted his weight they would yell at him. But the headache was killing him, and Kris was starting to embrace the fact he was going to be dead in twenty-four hours. He gazed down to the ground, his mind drifting away.
"So we have urgent news coming in right now. Ok... So two days ago, a cruise ship was sunk about twenty miles from Isla Nublar. No survivers have been found, but there is a video of the sinking, apparently."
The screen shifted to a grainy video of the sun shining over the ocean. The camera moved slightly to the right, showing the side of the white and red ship. The bridge could be seen expanding slightly over the edge of the sides, and the person recording whispered something. A sudden disturbance came from the water, but the ripples were carried away by the constant swelling waves. A call rang out from under the water, and the ship vibrated.
Then a burst of water shot up, carrying with it a giant sea monster — a mosasaur. It opened its jaws wide, biting down on the bridge. An explosion rang out as it sunk its teeth further into the ship before falling back into the water. The woman holding the camera screamed as another explosion rocked the ship, making it lean to the left. The camera was dropped on the floor as the woman and the man she was with left the room. The footage stopped, before the screen shifted back to the newscaster.
"I... I'm at a loss for words at what I just saw," she spoke, before gathering herself and continuing. "From what I have heard, that was a mosasaur. This would make sense since the boat was sunk close to Isla Nublar. It is now confirmed that two thousand people were on board the ship at the time and... This is a tragedy. Already, organized protests are appearing all across North America. I've never seen anything happen in such a little amount of time. The company InGen has yet to speak about this, but it is certain they will."
"What happened?" the suit yelled, looking around the room for answers.
Most of the people just sat in silence. "I need to know right now how that thing got out! Or else someone is getting fired!"
"Sir, you do realize that Mr. Masrani wanted two mosasaurs as an attraction."
The man sighed, rubbing his temples. He was pacing frantically. This was not good. InGen had enough problems after the Indominous broke out, but this? They were done. But he wouldn't let that happen.
"I realize that, but you do also know that they weren't supposed to be in the ocean? They were supposed to be kept in a safe paddock North of Isla Sorna! And we still control that island, so how the hell did that thing get out?"
Nobody spoke again. The man was profusely sweating, and his face was turning bright red.
"I don't think you people realize how deep in shit we are right now! Some government is going to step in and bomb that island!"
"Sir, why would they do that? That mosasaur is in the water and—"
The man spun around and yelled, "It doesn't matter! That island still has those beasts on it! They'll find some kind of excuse to wipe it off this earth, taking this company with it! And she's still there. She's alive, she has to be. I'm not letting them take her from this earth before I can get her out! And no, we can't rescue her yet, because the second we go in there, the public will hound us down for still messing with things. Someone come up with something to momentarily stall this uproar before you all go home jobless!"
"Destroy Isla Nublar!
"Get rid of all dinosaurs!"
"Make them extinct again!"
They danced around the InGen headquarters in Maryland, sporting signs. Multiple news trucks lined the parking lot, and a helicopter circled overhead. Police stood in front of the doors, making sure this protest stayed within its First Amendment limits. Expletives were yelled, and the crowd grew larger.
"So you are the organizer of this protest, yes?"
The man responded to the news woman, "Absolutely. The suits up there," he gestured to the top of the twenty story building, "Are responsible for this. The Jurassic World managers were killed in the events, and Mr. Masrani was the only man there responsible for this. They should never have even thought for a split second about making another of those monsters. This is ridiculous, and we are making sure InGen pays for the damages to the families, and the cruise company."
The screen flickered back to the newscaster. "You've seen it here first, people are not taking this lightly. The Costa Rican government will have a statement about the events of two days ago, and it won't be pleasant. We're getting reports that stockholders at InGen are selling all they have, which is not a good sign. I'm not sure that InGen will be able to recover from this. Stay tuned though, folks. A heartwarming story of a puppy rescued from a burning house is up next."
Scott shook his head as he shut off the television, throwing the remote away and standing.
"I told you we should've never let them go! They would still be here if not for you!" he yelled.
"How was I supposed to now! God, everything is my fault isn't it? I wanted them to be happy for a little while before—" Karen choked up, her voice cracking.
"I should've divorced you months before. I'm don't with you. Why am I still here? I don't even know at this point, but you are the reason they are gone."
"Shut the fuck up Scott! You think I wanted my kids to die? What is wrong with you? Get out of my house right now, or I'm calling to police!"
Scott clenched his fist and walked out the front door, slamming it shut behind him. Karen broke down crying, sliding down the wall.
She had nobody.