Welcome back, loyal subjects! This prologue is in honor of the Fallen Kingdom DVD release. The story still won't be up until October thought. As you might imagine, I'm fighting to juggle the Maisie plot line so that it doesn't steal the spotlight off the dinosaurs. So fun and so excruciating at the same time! Either way, I figured I should give you guys SOMETHING to chew on.

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"This' the best thing that could have ever happened to us!" Allie stated with glee.

"Feel your heart pumping?" Trey egged at her, entering from the kitchen to the dining room. The veins down his neck accented his own excitement. Allie winked at him, wrapping the remaining pieces of china into towels. She had forgot to bring newspapers and needed something to keep them from breaking in her bag. Pawn shops lowered their prices if the stuff was busted.

"I got the bedrooms." Louis hissed from the hall, disappointed. "Not much."

"Not much, huh?" Trey turned the unlit cigar in his mouth, eyes shifting. Allie followed his gaze to the wall beside the hutch she was looting. To the elderly couple they had cowering on two of the dining room only speed bump they had encountered in the last three days, when most of the families through the suburb had bailed. And they hadn't needed an order of evacuation to do it.

No one outside the California state lines could believe it. Allie had watched the news footage, even heard the ancient moans while she'd waited at a gas station. Dinosaurs. They had been living, breathing on an island for years, and now they were here. Not that Allie had seen one directly yet. She, Louis, and even Trey, were determined to keep it that way.

Before this week, they would've had to wait until one in the morning and park two blocks away. At first, they had kept their burglaries at night, but then Trey had suggested earlier... in retrospect it was safer with prehistoric beasts running around. But then, it was like racing the sun, seeing which of them could vanish faster! Allie couldn't deny the pleasurable pounding in her ears, the thrill awakened in her spine at the late shadows through the house. It was almost too good to be true... no keeping track of schedules, no neighborhood watches, nobody home.

Except for these stubborn folk who couldn't be persuaded to leave their home. The wife clung to her husband's shoulder, trying to keep her sobs contained. Allie flipped her smooth black ponytail in pity. Sentimental crap like that would get you killed Every time.

"You holding out, pops." Trey twirled the cigar between his tattooed fingers, coming to stand over the husband. The wrinkled man looked up over the gash he'd gotten in their blitz attack. "You have enough. Just leave."

"Yeah Trey." Louis cut in, nodding in the direction of the driveway and their car. "Let's call it a night."

That got Trey chuckling. Allie zipped her bag up, taking no part in the discussion. Trey wasn't one to have others make the decisions. He lunged, dragging the husband up by his shirt collar. "Enough isn't everything! You got something hidden somewhere, right?"

"No!" the wife pleaded, keeping a desperate hold on her husband's arm. "We don't, we swear!"

More chuckling. Allie moved around the table, catching Louis' eyes. He'd seen that grin on Trey's face too; and he knew what it meant. Trey was coming down from the high of their heist... a high he wanted to last.

He'll do anything to make it last. Allie swallowed to keep her throat from going dry. "Trey, babe. We've been having a good run; let's leave it at that, alright."

Her sweet tone turned Trey's head, lifted an eyebrow at her. Allie had known him for years, know what he liked, what he needed. Her stomach dropped at seeing that her affections wouldn't satisfy this time. Trey blew a kiss at her. "Meet you two at the car."

Louis sidestepped in his growing anxiety. "Trey, c'mon-"

"Bet I could do it outside." Trey leaned in, his other hand drawing his revolver from his belt. "In broad daylight. Nobody to hear it."

The wife's sobs reached hysterical now, her body curling into her seat for a shred of safety. Allie tapped Louis' arm, nodding to the front door. She watched him struggle to not look back. It was easier when Allie slammed the front door on the couple's protests. The suburban street rested, silent and desolate in both directions, appearing almost coy in the gaining shadows. Most of the homes looked undisturbed, a few garage doors left open. They had rummaged through a forgotten suitcase on the corner. Other then that, it was untouched and untrampled by triassic feet. A few towns north of them hadn't been so lucky.

Allie got her bag situated in the trunk before hearing anguished pleas rise from the backyard. Her eyes met Louis' again, but she used it to keep him in the driveway, finish packing up. It was Trey's business, what consoled him-

"You hear that?" Louis erected, his hand on the driver's handle. Allie was going to ask him to be more specific; then heard the rustling too. Her gaze went to the bushes that cut the property off from its neighbor. The line ran to the backyard, creating a slender pathway between the hedges and the house. But the rustling there and gone in a few seconds. Allie worked past a nervous gulp. She hadn't seen anything; but that didn't really help.

"A cat or something." she stated, closing the trunk. She gave a subconscious feel of her own gun at her hip. She started at the two shots that echoed from behind the house as she did. At which, the color drained from her face. Trey... you didn't!

"Get it runnin'." Allie commanded, running for the back of the house. Her mind raced with her stride along the bushes. He'd only ever beat them up before! It was a tool, threatening them not to talk to the cops. He'd done it before, never crossing that line...

Allie reached the fence, swaying open and entered the backyard. "Trey!"

She skidded, taken aback by what she saw. Her expectation had been two dead bodies on the patio, in the grass by the shed. But no. Rather, the husband and wife clung to each other, their faces horror-striken. Trey hadn't shot them? Then why the gunfire?

Allie turned at an odd groaning sound; then saw Trey. And the THING eating him! Allie's mouth fell open as its scaly head lifted, revealing red-stained jaws. Flaps of skin dangled between its teeth.

Trey's s-skin. Allie recognized, her stomach turning with bile. But she still grasped her gun and leveled it at the dinosaur. Amber eyes focused on it. The lips raised in a hiss. That was enough to make Allie realize her bullets were no good. She pivoted, stumbling back through the fence. "Louis! Start the-"

The force of a truck hit her from behind, slammed her to the flagstone path. The breathe left her, cutting off her scream. I saw one! It's going to kill me! It-

Her frantic thoughts stopped as the claws sank into her neck and back.

Hope you enjoyed it! I'll have more for you in a few weeks.