This is a rewritten version of the original Jurassic Park story—which also combines both the book and the film. Several new characters have been introduced; will they alter the future of the park or is it always going to be destined for failure?
Natasha Long sighed as she looked out of the window. The rain was falling to the ground in sheets, and beating against the roof of the clinic building. From the clinic she could hardly see the beach or the ocean beyond, it was cloaked in a low fog. This wasn't the weather she had expected when she had first come to the small village of Bahia Anasco, on the west coast of Costa Rica, she had come for two months as a visiting physician. Natasha had expected sun and relaxation, but for the past three weeks, there hadn't been much sun at all—nearly every day there had been rain even when there had been days of sun; it had still rained at some point in that day. She had come here to Costa Rica, after spending three years of hard work in a hospital in Chicago. And to top it off, the last week there had been a few injuries, animal bites and various other small incidents regarding the locals.
Though the people here were generally friendly, and she had gotten to know a few of the locals here. Most were friendly though there were still one or two she tended to avoid. The village itself only housed about thirty to forty people, so it was a close community, where everyone knew each other, and knows their role in the society. It was a patriarchal society with males being the dominant figures and the woman doing the house work. The children would usually help the parents, like washing clothes, help cooking food. It was a rather fascinating society; expect there was a problem here. That started even before Natasha had arrived here; there have been cases of children being attacked in the night in their beds, some of the children were left severely injured while others were didn't know what was the cause of these mysterious attacks, which has led to them believing it to be the work of a local legendary creature which in folklore are supposedly 'faceless night ghosts who kidnap and attack small children'. But Natasha didn't really believe these things. She was a doctor, a professional.
From the window, she looked over at her assistant, Jorge Luis, who was filling out some more forms for new supplies. Since they worked in a clinic, for certain supplies like medical gloves needed to be restocked frequently, so that's what Jorge was working on at the moment.
"Will there ever be a day without rain?" Natasha asked him as her hand now began to fiddle with a lock of her golden hair.
Jorge smiled briefly. "Of course there will."
At this clinic, it seemed to run with minimal staff of about five at the max at any one point, but then it was only a small village and not a town. It was now late afternoon; the day had been pretty boring for Natasha. The fog had finally lifted, and the rain was finally slowing down. This was rather typical, as it was dark now. Jorge had returned back to his cabin in the village. Natasha returned to her room behind, despite the warnings, she decided to go for a walk; she put on a jacket, picking up the keys to the clinic.
Natasha stepped outside, and closed the clinic behind her. It was quiet now, most, if not all, of the villagers were now in their homes. She walked down to the beach that was only a couple of feet away. She could feel a cool breeze from the ocean on her face and hair, as she started walking up the beach. The tide of the ocean at the moment low, and quiet. It was rather peaceful. She continued to walk up the beach, slowly and at her own pace. But suddenly she heard screaming coming further up the beach, from one of the other huts. Natasha started to run up the beach to investigate. She had to run quite far, passing by a hut. The occupants had also been alerted by the screams, and had come outside. But it the screams were coming up ahead, a hut that was on the forest's edge or jungle as it were. As she arrived, she heard and saw the outlines of several creatures darting back into the jungle—but it was too dark to see what they were, while just moments later two villagers came out of the hut carrying their young child. The child was shouting and screaming—whether it was in fear or in pain it was hard to tell. Natasha and the couple headed back to the clinic, and it was only with all the lights on, she could see that the child was a boy, of about three or four years old and its clothes had been torn and ripped all over him. It was a mauling.
"Put her down the table," Natasha said to them. They put her down on the table in the centre of the room. Natasha put her on an intravenous line or more commonly known as a drip that gave her liquids into her veins. But even so Natasha began examining the child, she could see that where there were cuts and bite marks, there were signs of foamy saliva, so it was definitely an animal attack rather than a human, but she sort of knew it had been an animal attack. Natasha was about to go and get the oxygen mask and the storage tanks to give the child local anaesthetic to relief some of the pain, but she stopped short as the child vomited.
"Consiga uno de las toallas," She told one of the men, pointing to across the room to a medium plastic box filled with towels. The man dashed over to it, and took one out. He then walked back over to Natasha to mop up the sick.
Then suddenly the child went into convulsions and shock, his body shaking for a few seconds. Natasha bent down to give him mouth to mouth. Even when she tried to resuscitate him, it was too late. With one final jerk, the child had died. There was nothing she could do. She turned to the two men stood with her.
"Lo siento mucho," She shook her head. "Los dos deben salir ahora," She said rather strongly.
The nearest man, nodded with a tear in his eye. Both men left the clinic without another word. The child would have to undergo a post-mortem death examination.
The next day the child was wrapped up in a body bag, and sent off by helicopter back to San Jose. The helicopter had dropped off more supplies for the clinic such as water and food that should last at least a week. The helicopter also took with them the order forms that Jorge had written yesterday for the other things they needed.
Today the weather was sunny, and the skies were clear for a change. For the lunch break while Jorge and another worker, Sian, looked after the clinic while Natasha decided to investigate the house that was attacked last night out of curiosity. Natasha took a small backpack with her, carrying a flash of water, a prepared sandwich and some crisps. She arrived at the hut that was attacked by those mysterious animals. She wasn't an investigator or a detective, but these attacks had been happening for a while now, and no one seemed to have an answer of why it was happening now. It is possible that the government of Costa Rica did know, but it was an experiment of some sort so they had to keep it hush-hush, as it were. Or more likely a new species of animal that had been found in the jungle. She walked up the beach like she did last night; there were kids out playing in the water today, while the mothers washed clothes in the water.
Natasha arrived at the hut, it was fairly big, with several different rooms inside, albeit small rooms. But that depended on the wealth of the actual village. In the near distance she could see what looked like footprints in the sandy dirty path leading away from the hut—because some of the tracks covered each other it was impossible to tell how many there had been here, at least more than one. She moved closer to take a look. Indeed there were footprints coming and going from the small building. The footprints led off deep into the jungle, but she saw no sign of the attackers. She walked around the small wooden rounded building, and saw that they had gotten through the window—or at least a gap that would be where a window went. She decided, out of curiosity to follow the footprints. As Natasha continued to follow the tracks that for the moment went along the path, walking for about five minutes, until they suddenly veered off to the right into the jungle. She stopped and looked in the direction they went. She could hear the jungle type sounds, the sounds of birds, and other animals. But she heard a call of an animal deep within the jungle; she hadn't heard anything quite like it before. She couldn't see much through the dense foliage. She heard the animals call again, it sounded much closer and she heard rustling from the bushes and plants in front of her. Natasha took a step back in anticipation, as she continued to hear movement.
Then a small animal came out of the bushes and appeared in front of her. It was a small animal with light green coloured skin with small brown stripes going across its back. It looked like a lizard except it was bipedal—walking on two feet with a tail for balance, and it had two smaller forearms. The animal looked up at Natasha, who kept as still as she could. It's colourful yellow eyes blinking as it looked up at Natasha.
"What are you?" She said quietly. She then realised that this animal could be responsible for the attacks, but it doesn't look particularly dangerous. Natasha kneeled down to the animal's level, and she put out a hand to touch the animal. The animal stared at her curiously, and took a step closer to her. She touched the animal's head; the animal took a step back; slightly startled.
Damn, I forgot to pack my camera, how stupid of me! Natasha thought to herself. Then the animal turned around and headed back into the jungle.
After she had returned to the clinic, she had told the others of what she had found in the jungle but they hadn't believed her. They believed that these attacks on babies and children were down to the mythical legendary creature. Which were supposedly faceless ghosts that attacked and abducted children and infants. But Natasha disagreed with them, but they were both very stubborn, and held to the idea that it was the hupia. They ignored the idea that she had found a new species of animal. So she decided to keep it to herself, and later on in the day she wrote it in her journal, describing the events over the past few days, especially the encounter with that strange animal. Describing it as best as she could. She would perhaps reference it, when she was back in civilisation, when someone there might actually believe her story.