As promised, I put together the first chapter of the exciting sequel to The Isla Nublar Incident. Similar to the last story, this is an edited version of an interactive storytelling game/roleplay that I did with my friend. We had such a blast with The Isla Nublar Incident that we couldn't stop there and we immediately started developing its follow-up focused on the aftermath. We could have just written our version of The Lost World, but we thought it would be interested to explore the immediate fallout of Jurassic Park and set up things that would eventually lead into The Lost World. The story here is based off the unofficial sequels to the first movie, such as the comics and the video games (the title itself is taken from one of the video games). A warning though: This story will get dark. REALLY DARK. These stories were just done for fun and they're not perfect, but I do want to share this creative experience with you and that includes the stuff where I think we may have gone too far. I later had to add an in-universe explanation for why things were so much more chaotic and violent this time. This story begins with a baby getting eaten by compys, a scene right out of the novel, which I guess kinda sets the tone for what you're in store for. I honestly felt sorry for these characters because of everything you'll see them go through. But with that out of the way, same as last time I'm splitting this into seven parts or iterations. I hope you enjoy this continuation...

First Iteration

"At the earliest drawings of the fractal curve, few clues to the underlying mathematical structure will be seen."

-IAN MALCOLM

The tropical rain fell in great drenching sheets, hammering the corrugated roof of the clinic in Bahia Anasco. It was nearly midnight; power had been lost in the storm, and the midwife Elena Morales was working by flashlight when she heard a squeaking, chirping sound. Thinking that it was a rat, she quickly put a compress on the forehead of the mother and went into the next room to check on the newborn baby. As her hand touched the doorknob, she heard the chirping again, and she relaxed. Evidently it was just a bird, flying in the window to get out of the rain. Costa Ricans said that when a bird came to visit a newborn child, it brought good luck.

Elena opened the door. The infant lay in a wicker bassinet, swaddled in a light blanket, only its face exposed. Around the rim of the bassinet, three dark-green lizards crouched like they saw Elena, they cocked their heads and stared curiously at her, but did not flee. In the light of her flashlight Elena saw the blood dripping from their snouts. Softly chirping, one lizard bent down and, with a quick shake of her head, tore a ragged chunk of flesh from the baby. Elena rushed forward, screaming, and the lizards fled into the darkness. But long before she reached the bassinet, she could see what had happened to the infant's face, and she knew the child must be dead. The lizards scattered into the rainy night, chirping and squealing, leaving behind only bloody three-toed tracks, like birds.

The African savannah appeared in shades of fluorescent green, seen through night-vision goggles. An animal yelp came from the left and the green vista swept abruptly toward it. The world blurred momentarily, then came into focus on a field of long grass.

The grass rippled in a complex pattern as animals moved stealthily through it. One animal head popped up above the grass for a split-second, teeth bared, a white stripe between its eyes. Sarah Harding pulled the goggles away from her face.

"Hyenas. Ace Face is the striped snout."

Sarah is thirty, with a compact, athletic body built for the outdoors. She looked through the goggles again, sweeping ahead of the hyenas to their prey.

It's a herd of African buffalo, standing belly-deep in the grass, agitated, bellowing and stamping their feet.

Sarah turned to Makena, her African assistant.

"They'll try to take down a calf. Come on."

Sarah scurried up and over a rock face. Makena followed. Closer now, they watch as the hyenas rush the herd, running through it, trying to break it up.

"F1 headed south, F2 and F5 flanking, twenty yards," Sarah said into her pocket recorder. "F3 center. F6 circling wide east. Can't see F7."

While she talked, breathless, fascinated by the drama before her, Sarah continued to creep closer and closer to the action. Makena followed, with growing unease.

"F8 circling north. F1 straight through, disrupting. Herd moving, stamping. There's F7. Straight through. F8 angling through from the north."

Makena had a hold of Sarah's sweatshirt and tugged her back, at least trying to slow down her progress as Sarah, wide-eyed with fascination, creeped even closer.

Suddenly there was a tremendous bellowing and the grass right in front of them ripped apart, trampled under the feet of the hyenas as they clustered around a fallen buffalo calf. They yelped and jumped, their muzzles bloody.

The adults moved aside, making room as the hyena pups came forward, squealing to get at the kill. Sarah's eyes shined with excitement and she moved even closer, whispering into the tape recorder.

"Brooding behavior in evidence at the kill site, pups are ushered forward and adults help them eat, pulling flesh away from the carcass and-"

A telephone rang.

Sarah stopped in mid-sentence, unsure if she heard what she thought she heard. It rang again, the unmistakable chirping of a cellular phone. Sarah and Makena both moved at once, pawing at a backpack.

"I thought you turned it off!" Sarah frantically whispered.

Two hyenas looked inquisitively in the direction of the phone. Sarah came up with it and jabbed at a button in irritation.

"Yes?!"

Someone spoke on the other end. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Dad. This better be important."

Sarah didn't say anything for a long moment, just listened as the voice on the other end talked. And talked.

Sarah had gotten on the first available flight to Costa Rica.

Arriving at the hospital, she told one of the nurses who she was looking for. The nurse only spoke some English words, but eventually Sarah was able to make her understand.

Sarah followed the nurse down a corridor. The nurse stopped and opened and door. Sarah went in. Her father Gerry Harding was asleep on the bed. Cautiously, Sarah approached his bedside, tears springing into her eyes.

She sat down and carefully took his hand. His eyes opened, and fixed on her. He smiled. Sarah knew she was smiling back.

Alan Grant woke up in a cold sweat, panting hard. He looked at his surroundings, momentarily confused. He was in a small, white, dark room. Through the window, he could see it was night. He was back in civilization.

He sighed and sank back into his pillow, telling himself he was safe. No more dinosaurs. Yet the ones in his dream had seemed so real…

"Sarah!" Jess said happily, hugging her older sister.

"It's great to see you," Sarah smiled, hugging back. "I came here as fast as I could. Are you okay?"

Jess nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine… others weren't so lucky." Her smile vanished for a moment, but then quickly returned. "Come on, there's somebody I want you to meet."

Grabbing Sarah's hand, Jess began leading her through the hospital.

Ian Malcolm was speaking with somebody on the phone.

"Karen, it's Ian. Can you put Kelly on the phone?"

After a moment of silence, he heard a familiar voice that he missed so much. "Dad?"

Malcolm smiled. "Hey, sweetie. I'm sorry, but it looks like I might be in Costa Rica longer than I thought."

"Why? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, there was an accident. Luckily, they have great doctors here and I'll try making it home as soon as possible."

"What about gymnastics tryouts?"

"I know I gave you my word that I'd be there and I want to, but-"

"It's okay. You never keep your word anyway."

Malcolm froze, hurt. "I'll make it up to you when I get home. You're going to have to stay with Karen a bit longer, but you're going to have lots of fun. Karen is fantastic. She'll take you horseback riding and to the movies. It'll be a fantastic time."

"Stop saying fantastic. Can't I fly over and visit you?"

Malcolm thought of the governments and companies keeping him here. "Uh, no. That's a bad idea. Now is not a good time. Besides, you have school. I don't want you missing out because of me." Somebody knocked on the door. "Don't worry, things will get better. I have to go now, but I'll call you later. I love you."

"I love you too, Dad. Bye."

The call ended and Malcolm turned to the door. "Come in."

To his surprise, Jess came in with an older, attractive woman.

"Hi, Dr. Malcolm!" Jess greeted cheerfully.

Malcolm smiled. "Jess! What a delightful change from the doctors insisting that I take my pain medication! And who's that?" He pointed to Sarah.

"Dr. Malcolm, this is my sister. Sarah Harding. Sarah, this is Dr. Ian Malcolm."

Malcolm offered his hand and Sarah shook it. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Harding. Jess told me a lot about you."

Harding sat up in his hospital bed. He had a visitor that he had personally requested. A Costa Rican girl his daughter's age.

"You must be Atlanta, right?"

The girl nodded. "How do you know my name? Is it about my mother?"

"Yes. I didn't know her for very long, but she told me about you…"

"Where is she?"

Harding frowned. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about…"

In a bar not far from the hospital, Lewis Dodgson, still recovering from his own injuries, was hunched over a table, talking shrewdly with the local man sat across from him.

"Do you understand everything I've said, Diego?" Dodgson asked.

The Costa Rican gave him a nod.

"Good." Dodgson reached into his pocket. Looking left and right to make sure no one was watching, he pulled a gun out of his pocket and gave it to Diego under the table. Diego took it and quickly concealed it in his own pocket.

"Remember: the Asian guy. Don't screw up. I'll make you rich for life if you pull this off," Dodgson promised.

Diego grunted and stood up from the table. Tipping the brim of his hat over his eyes, he stalked out of the bar.

Dodgson grasped his side, wincing. The pain was still pretty bad. But he couldn't afford to go to the hospital. He didn't want anyone thinking he was involved in what he'd just hired Diego to do…

"A pity. I know this island had potential. A few careless mistakes brought it to its knees. At the end of the day though, it wasn't a bad idea. Just could have been executed better."

"You sound like this isn't over."

"Oh, Dr. Grant. I imagine it isn't."

"What's on your mind?" Ellie asked Grant, watching Tim and Lex splash in the swimming pool.

"Huh?"

"You're frowning. Come on, what's wrong?"

"Oh, I just have this feeling," Grant told her.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think this is over. We already got more than we bargained for, but our troubles didn't end when we left the island. Why do you think they're keeping us here?"

"Well, they can't keep us here forever, right?" Ellie pointed out. "Remember that young man from the American Embassy. He explained that Washington was doing everything it could to hasten our departure. But the plain fact is that many people had died in a territorial possession of Costa Rica and that an ecological disaster had been narrowly averted. The government of Costa Rica feels like it had been misled and deceived by John Hammond and his plans for the island. And the fate of the island itself still has to be decided."

Grant nodded. "We already told them everything we know. Do you think they believe that we're keeping something from them?"

Ellie shrugged. "Hopefully we'll be able to go home before winter sets in."

Grant stood up from his chair.

"Where are you going?" Ellie asked.

"To find Wu," Grant answered. "I need to talk to him."

Diego stamped up to a nurse. He introduced himself and said he wanted to visit his friend.

The nurse asked him what his friend's name was.

"Henry Wu," he replied.

She led him down the hallway to Henry Wu's room. Diego put his hand in his pocket, grasped the metal hilt of the revolver.

The nurse stopped at a door and knocked. "Who is it?" came a gruff voice from inside.

"A friend to see you," the nurse replied in broken English.

The door opened and Diego froze in surprise. This wasn't the right man. This man was American. He had short black hair and a long-brimmed hat. Diego turned to the nurse, to explain that this was the wrong room, when he caught sight of another man in the back of the room, sitting on the bed. There he was. There was Henry Wu.

"Who are you?" Henry asked, clearly confused.

Diego panicked. He muttered that he'd made a mistake and hurried off. Ducking his head, he hurried out of the hospital.

That hadn't gone well at all. Diego crossed the street. He'd have to explain to Dodgson what had happened. Dodgson was impatient, shrewd; he wasn't going to like what Diego would tell him. But what else could he have done? He couldn't possibly have killed Henry Wu with that other man in the room.

He shook his head. Hopefully, another chance would come soon. To finish the job.

InGen Headquarters, San Diego

Peter Ludlow sat at his desk, looking through some papers. The board was in chaos and he knew it was only a matter before the lawsuits started heading InGen's way. Since Hammond, his uncle and the CEO, was MIA, a power grab to fill the vacuum was inevitable. This in-fighting would leave the company vulnerable to InGen's enemies and ultimately bankruptcy. Not if Ludlow had anything to say about it. He had to act fast, but he if he played his cards right this disaster might not be a total loss.

Somebody knocked on the door.

"Please, come in."

A man stepped in and sat down in front of Ludlow's desk. He was an elite InGen commando, a dangerous individual who did the dirty work for the Hammond family. His name was Edgar Prather.

"Thank you for meeting with me, Edgar," Ludlow nodded. "But let's get right down to business. We both know what went down on Isla Nublar. Luckily, the survivors were evacuated. Unfortunately, a lot was left behind. Sensitive data, company secrets, valuable technology. It would be a shame to lose it and even a bigger shame if it fell into the hands of our competitors."

"I get it. We send in a recovery team."

"Exactly. We need to do this as soon as possible while the opportunity is available. We don't know what the Costa Rican government will decide to do with the island, so the time for decisive action is now. I already put together a team of mercenaries and veterans." He handed the papers to Edgar. "I need you to lead them."

"What about the survivors in Costa Rica?"

"I'll give Wu a call. He would be an important asset to the operation. I know he would hate to lose the research that he couldn't take with him."

"Should I expect any trouble?"

"We still don't know who Nedry was working for. We have theories, but no proof. But whoever they are, it's unlikely that they've given up and they might try to interfere. If you encounter opposition, do what you do best."

"And the rest of the board?"

"Too scared to do anything, which is why the company's fate is in our hands. I trust you to complete the mission, Edgar."

"And your trust will be rewarded."

Edgar left and Ludlow went back to work, planning the future of what would soon be his company.

"Who was that?" Grant asked Wu as he closed the door.

"No idea," Wu said, puzzled. "Didn't recognize him at all. 'My friend?' Unlikely."

"Wonder what he was doing here," Grant murmured.

"I can guess." Henry Wu rubbed his chin. "For years, we - and by that I mean InGen - have had a bitter rivalry with another genetics company called Biosyn. You recognize the name Lewis Dodgson?"

Grant shook his head.

"He has something of a bad rep among us geneticists," Wu said. "Mostly due to his menial and sometimes inhumane experiments. There was one time-"

"Yeah, so what's the point?" Grant asked impatiently.

"The point is, InGen is vulnerable. This is Biosyn's chance to jump in and take the spot as the leading genetic company in America. It's even possible that Dodgson might intend to take advantage of recent circumstances. I wouldn't be surprised if right now he's concocting some scheme to get ahold of my research."

"And if he does?"

Wu frowned. "We - and by that I mean mostly Hammond - may have made some poor choices. But we weren't stupid. We knew that the cosmic power we possessed had the potential for great destruction. Lewis Dodgson doesn't have that same moral compass. Lewis Dodgson is a dangerous man. I fear what he might do with that power, should he obtain it. It's a fear Hammond harbored for a long time, as well."

"Then what will you do?"

"What can I do?"

Grant suddenly looked upset. "You're not going to do anything?"

"What are you proposing? What is it you want me to do?"

"I don't know. Take responsibility. Stop Dodgson from obtaining your research."

"And how could I possibly-"

At that moment, the phone rang. Wu picked it up.

"Yes?"

Wu's eyes widened.

"Edgar? Why, yes… No, you can come. No, not at all."

He hung up and stared into space for a moment.

"Who was that?" Grant asked.

Wu looked up. "Edgar Prather. InGen op. Worked for Hammond. And he's on his way here."

"S-she's dead?" Atlanta asked in disbelief.

Harding nodded. "I'm so sorry, Atlanta."

Tears ran down Atlanta's face. "It's all my fault…"

"Don't blame yourself, Atlanta. Of course it's not yo-"

"Yes it is! She's dead because of me! She cared more about supporting me than her own damn life and it got her killed! I'm the reason she was on the island! She would still be alive if she didn't feel obligated to give me a better life!"

"Atlanta, I promise to help you. You don't have to be alone."

"I'm sorry. I'm sure you're a nice guy. But I'm not worth it. Worry about yourself."

"I can't do that, Atlanta. I won't turn my back on you. I understand that you're hurting. If you need space, that's okay. But know that I'm here for you."

Atlanta nodded, wiping away her tears. She smiled weakly. "Thank you." She then left and Harding sighed.

"I'm not going to give up on you, Atlanta…"

To his surprise, Wu and Grant entered his room.

"Gerry, something just came up," Wu told him.

Wu told him everything he'd just told Grant.

"I think you're right," Harding said when he was finished. "I think Dodgson will try something. What, though… I'm not sure."

"I think it's obvious," Wu said. "If you ask me, he's going to try to get on that island and get my life's work. Then he'll probably repackage it and sell it as his own. That's what he's best at." He muttered the last part with obvious disgust.

"So he has a history with this sort of thing?" Grant asked.

Wu nodded. "He's stolen countless scientists' work over the years."

"I think we have bigger problems here than stolen research," Harding said. "If Dodgson gets his hands on your data, he could create his own dinosaurs."

"And that would just be scratching the surface," Wu said.

"So, we have to stop him. What should we do?"

Wu grimaced. "You're not going to like it."

Harding frowned at him. "What?"

"I just got a call from Edgar Prather. You remember him? I think you might have met once. Anyway, he's an InGen commando. He's bringing a team and they're going to try to get my research before Dodgson does. I'll probably go with them. They'll need my expertise."

"Your expertise." Grant muttered, rolling his eyes. "Right."

Wu ignored him. "Harding. I want you to come with me."

Harding sat upright in bed. "You're out of your mind. I just got out of that place!"

"I know. But this is important. Just imagine what horrors Dodgson will unleash if he gets his hands on my work!"

"But why do you need me?" Harding demanded.

"You have the most experience with the dinosaurs. You know their behaviors."

"So do you. You made them, for crying out loud."

"Yes, but you've been up close and personal with them. No amount of study can beat that."

"I don't care what you say." Harding was shouting now. "I'm never going back to that island. Not in a million years."

Wu turned sorrowfully to Grant. "I don't suppose you'd be willing…?"

Grant didn't even answer him. He simply left the room.

Wu tried a different angle. "You're under legal obligation to the company-"

"Henry," Harding said, his voice low and ominous. "No. Now get out of here. You go to that island if you want. I'm staying right here."

"Fine," Wu told Harding. "Perhaps I'll convince your daughter Sarah then, since she's already in the country. I'm sure that she'll love the opportunity and given her expertise in the behavior of predators she would prove very useful."

Harding glared at Wu. "Keep Sarah out of this."

"Your choice, Gerry. Do your job and help the company or relax in a Costa Rican hospital while your daughter stands in for you."

Harding sighed. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but fine… I'll go. On the condition that you leave Sarah alone."

"It's a deal."

The two shook on it.

Grant was telling Ellie what Wu had told him.

"We have to go back then!" Ellie told Grant.

"Ellie, are you crazy?" Grant asked her. "I thought you wanted to go back home, to Montana, where the fossils don't try to kill you."

"I do, but we could help," Ellie insisted. "This Dodgson guy needs to be stopped. You saw what happened when Hammond had his hands on the technology to recreate dinosaurs. He wasn't perfect, but he had good intentions. But what if that knowledge comes into the possession of a dangerous man without the good intentions or a moral compass? Think of the destructive power that could be unleashed if we stand by and do nothing. I hate to say it Grant, but I could never live with myself if people get hurt because of Hammond's research falling into the wrong hands and I don't want to take that chance. After everything we've been through, I feel like this is our responsibility. And you know Wu could use our help."

Grant sighed. "You're right, Ellie. Let's go tell Wu that we'll be coming along."

Ellie kissed him. "Don't worry, we'll have each other's backs. No separating this time, okay?"

Grant nodded. "Hopefully this'll be a quick visit to the island if things go our way. In and out."

"Ian would probably disagree with you and rant about unpredictable outcomes."

"Luckily, he's too hurt to come with us."

"Ouch." They both laughed and went to tell Wu their decision.

Wu was beside himself with gladness.

"Having more big names attached to his operation will help us significantly," he jabbered. "Just imagine. The heroic Dr. Grant and Dr. Sattler facing the dangers all over again, just to keep the research from falling into the wrong hands. Dodgson doesn't stand a chance."

Grant rolled his eyes. So that was all he cared about. Beating Dodgson at his game, not preventing the man from unleashing nightmares he didn't even want to think of.

"Edgar should be here right away," Wu continued. "We better eat something and then get to the airport."

They ate a quick meal and then jumped in a car and drove to the airport. As they were arriving, Edgar's jet was just pulling up.

They approached the sleek airplane. The door opened and a tall, gray-haired man with a scar running down his cheek peered out. "Ah, you brought some friends. Good."

"Let me introduce you to Edgar Prather," Wu said to Grant and the others. "Old friend of John's."

"Yes. Poor John. I was sorry to hear what happened to him," Edgar said. "Well, get on board. We have a long flight ahead of us."

Grant, Ellie, Harding, and Wu all took their seats. Wu immediately started conversing with Edgar and the other crew. To Grant, they looked like mercenaries.

Grant looked over at Harding. The older man was sweating and looked very unhinged. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he warbled. "I can't believe it… This is insane. What if I never see my daughters again…"

Grant reached out and clutched Ellie's hand. At least he had his loved one here with him. That was both a comfort and a curse.

"Strap yourselves in," Edgar said. "We're leaving."

The jet took off. Edgar, despite his orders to buckle up, hadn't done so himself. He came over and sat next to Harding.

"You're looking a little pale. Don't worry. We'll be in and out in flash. Nothing's gonna happen, I promise." He smiled encouragingly.

"I know what Malcolm would say if he were here," Harding muttered.

"Are they out of their minds?!" Malcolm snapped when he learned where Harding, Grant, and Sattler had gone. "Who would have predicted that the previously sane Dr. Grant and Dr. Sattler would decide to go back to Isla Nublar after everything that's happened there." He laughed. "That's chaos theory."

"I can't believe he left me again," Jess said sadly, having been the bearer of bad news. "I thought we could finally spend some time together, but things never seem to work out." She sighed. "What if he doesn't come back this time?"

Malcolm suddenly calmed down, remembering his conversation with Kelly and being reminded of it by Jess. "Don't worry," Malcolm reassured her. "Your dad's tough. And smart. He'll be back in no time. But until then, you get to hang out with your big sister Sarah. You got Tim and Lex to keep you company. And me too."

Jess smiled. "Thanks, Dr. Malcolm. And maybe when all this is over my dad can come back with us to San Diego."

"I bet he will. When I'm better I got a lot of lost time to make up for with my daughter Kelly."

Jess suddenly frowned.

"What is it?" Malcolm asked, frowning.

"My dad told me about a girl who lost her mother on Nublar," Jess recalled. "Her name was Atlanta. She has it much worse than me. Oh, I hope she's doing okay. I feel sorry for her."

Diego had failed Dodgson and now the opportunity to take Wu out had passed, since his sources told him that the scientist was now on the move.

But Dodgson didn't have the time to stay mad about this. He had other plans that needed his involvement at the moment.

Dodgson looked at the files of the mercenaries Howard had hired earlier to get him off of Nublar. They looked like an effective group.

George Lawala, a hunter-for-hire.

Raul Lopez, a paleontologist with radical theories.

Sonya Durant, the only female guide west of Tanganyika.

Dodgson had to give Howard credit for putting together a good team in such a small period of time. And he was confident that they could successfully sneak onto Isla Nublar and get off without being noticed. And if they were found, he knew that they would take the appropriate actions to clean their tracks and leave nothing to associate themselves with Biosyn.

He could no longer afford to worry about Wu. This infiltration mission was the priority. This time he wasn't going to lose. This time, when InGen is at its weakest, Biosyn will come out on top. The time for action was now.

The plane flew low over the shimmering surface of the ocean.

"My sources indicate that we have at least a five hour head start on Dodgson," Edgar commented.

"Wonderful," Wu said. "That's more than enough time to get on the island, get my research, and get out. By the time we're gone, Dodgson won't even have arrived yet." He chuckled gleefully to himself.

Grant didn't care if they got the research before Dodgson. Well, he did a little bit. But he cared much more about just getting off this island alive.

"We'll be landing in fifteen minutes," the pilot announced.

"Excellent," Edgar said. "Yoder, Morales. You guys ready to rumble?"

The two men he'd indicated looked up attentively. The younger one, Yoder, was a handsome lad in this thirties with a buzz cut. The older one, Morales, was a buff, beefy, bearded guy with tattoos criss crossing his burly arms.

"You bet we are," Yoder said with a wild grin. "Oscar here especially. The guy rumbles just walking down the street." He laughed.

Oscar remained impassive.

"They're experts," Edgar said to Grant, Ellie and Harding. "Best of the bunch. Like Hammond always says, we spared no expense."

"Used to say," Harding reminded him. "He died, remember? On the very same island we're now flying towards?"

Edgar had no reply.

Fifteen minutes later, the plane settled down in a foggy clearing. The mercenaries and Edgar jumped out and immediately began setting up a perimeter. Grant, Ellie, Harding, and Wu looked nervously around.

"We would have landed closer to the visitor center, but there's no room there to," Wu said.

"Great. So we get to trek around in this dense fog?" Grant muttered.

Edgar handed him, Harding, Ellie and Wu some M4s and ammo. "You shouldn't have to use those, but it's better to be safe than sorry," he smiled.

"Hey boss!" Yoder called from across the clearing. "I think we're good to go!"

"Then let's move," Edgar said.

There was a commotion in the hospital. A new patient was being rushed into the emergency room on a stretcher. The patient had a nasty-looking bite on his arm. He was shaking and was screaming in Spanish about creatures with glowing eyes. Dr. Roberta "Bobbie" Carter had never seen anything like it.

Sarah Harding was in a local bar, getting a drink. She caught part of a conversation as she passed two men and she heard the mention of Isla Nublar.

"Excuse me, did you say Isla Nublar?" Sarah asked the two men, curious.

"That's right," the first man said. He was a tall, balding man with a hawk nose. His arms were bandaged, and he had another bandage on his cheek. The man he was with was younger, by maybe five years. Handsome, regal.

"We're planning a little expedition to the island," the first man continued.

"But isn't it on lock down by the Costa Rican government?" Sarah asked.

The two men exchanged a glance. "Well, technically speaking, yes. But we think we can get there," the second man said.

"You mean you're going to sneak on?"

"Oh no," the first man said, aghast. "You see, we've been afforded a special privilege. Some very prominent individuals in the government want some firsthand accounts of what exactly happened on the island. You see, we're researchers. We've been following Hammond's work for quite some time now. Now that the park has failed, it would be shame if all that wasted time and effort amounted to nothing. The people of the world deserve to know what happened on that island, don't you think?"

She did think that. "Actually, my father's on his way there right now."

The man widened his eyes. "Is that so? Well, that's quite the coincidence. What is he doing there, if I may ask?"

"I'm not sure. He didn't tell me."

"Just kind of took off, eh? I get that." He chuckled. "So what's your name?"

"Sarah. Yours?"

"Lewis. Lewis… Johnson. And this is my assistant, Howard… uh… Howard Ryan. So what do you do for a living, Sarah?"

"I'm a field biologist. I specialize in African wildlife."

"Oh, so you're like a field researcher? Interesting. Say…" he said, as if the idea had just occurred to him, "you wouldn't be interested in accompanying us to the island, would you? We could really use some professional assistance. As much as we can get."

"Oh… thank you. But I don't think I'm qualified…"

"Not qualified? Nonsense. I'll bet you have more knowledge of wildlife than anyone else in this room. Besides, I'm sure your father would be glad to see you there."

"Actually, I think he would freak."

Lewis guffawed merrily. "Well, I'm sure you know how to handle yourself. So, what do you say, Sarah? Are you in?"

"Why the hell not?" Sarah shrugged, knowing that she couldn't say no to an opportunity like this. "I would love to come along if it's not too much trouble."

"Of course it's not too much trouble," Lewis insisted. He raised his drink. "A toast."

The three put their drinks together.

"When do you leave?" Sarah asked.

"Does now work for you?"

"Uh, sure. Could I just get some of my equipment? It could help document your expedition."

"Great idea," Lewis commented. "We'll meet you at the docks. We'll tell the rest of the team to expect you."

Sarah nodded and ran out of the bar so she wouldn't waste any time.

"Come on, King," Dodgson told his partner once they were alone. "You heard her. Since her father is already heading to the island, our time table has been sped up. We need to leave now."

"But what will we do about Sarah?" King asked.

"I'll take care of it when the time comes," Dodgson promised. "Wasting time is something we can't afford, so let's go."

King nodded and the two left the bar to make the necessary preparations. Hopefully, Diego would have his boat ready soon.

Grant, Ellie, Harding, Wu, and the mercenaries trekked their way through the dense fog. It was so thick, Grant couldn't see ten feet in front of him.

"How much longer to the visitor center?" Wu asked anxiously.

"About ten minutes," Edgar replied. Edgar's eyes were constantly on the move, trying in vain to take everything in at once.

In the distance, they heard a mournful cry.

"What was that?" Yoder barked.

Grant recognized the cry. He'd heard it just two days ago. Now, what was it…

"Cearadactylus!" he remembered. "They're pterosaurs. Be careful; if one of them dive-bombs you, they can do serious damage."

"Okay. But what's a pterosaur?" Yoder wondered.

"One of the flying ones," Oscar told him. "Didn't you do any research, Billy?"

"Hey, you know me. I'm not the research kind of guy."

"In this case, research can mean the difference between life and death," Ellie told him brusquely. "Actually, apply that to everyday life. You won't regret it."

"Thanks for the tips, doc."

They marched onward, keeping their eyes and ears open.

They came to cement. Grant realized they were at the helipad. He had a sudden sense of deja-vu… Had it really only been two days ago when he was last here?

"Just down this road and we should be at the visitor center," Wu announced.

Following the road, they arrived soon at their destination. The visitor center. The doors had been smashed off their hinges, as if something huge had broken through. Walking inside, they were greeted by an eerie silence. The rotunda was a mess, the "When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth" banner hanging overhead. Grant recognized what looked like dried blood stains on the floor. The skeletons that once towered overhead seemed like they had fallen apart, their parts scattered around the area.

"Remember to stick together," Harding reminded. "And stay away from the dark. Where to first, Wu?"

"My office," Wu explained. "My most sensitive data would be kept there."

He lead them up a staircase and he used his key card to unlock the door. The group noticed a bloody hand print on the window. Looking around the office, Ellie soon found something that encouraged a horrified gasp from her.

She had found Laura Sorkin.

The geneticist had looked better.

She was sitting in a heap on the floor, her back leaned up against the wall. She had bloodied scratch marks all over her body: her face, her arms, her legs, her stomach. Beside her, sat an open medical kit, the contents of which strewn all around the unconscious woman.

"Everyone," Ellie said. "Come look at this."

Everyone came over. Wu let out a feverish gasp.

"Is she alive?" Edgar asked.

Oscar walked over and put his hand to her neck. "There's a pulse," he reported.

Grant leaned in closer. "I don't believe it," he said.

"What?"

"She survived. She fought those things off," he said.

"What things?" Edgar asked.

"Troodon," Wu said. "Like raptors, but smaller and more deadly."

"They have a nasty habit of laying their eggs in the bodies of their still-alive victims," Harding murmured.

Yoder, Edgar and Oscar looked at him in shock. "That wasn't in the field guide," Oscar said.

"No. They weren't even supposed to exist. But she kept them alive," Wu said, gesturing to Sorkin.

"What did you mean, she fought them off?" Edgar asked Grant.

"Well, obviously she did. Otherwise she'd be buried in a nest somewhere with eggs in her stomach. It's amazing. I don't think anyone has survived that. Not even Robert Muldoon."

"How'd she do it?"

Grant shrugged. "Wish I knew." He picked up an empty syringe which was lying next to her. "She pumped herself full of morphine. That's why she's asleep. She was able to hold them off long enough and then used the morphine to dull the pain."

"She's losing a lot of blood," Edgar noted. "I doubt she'll live through this."

"Well, we can at least try to save her," Ellie said.

Suddenly, Harding began shouting. "You said she was dead." He was glaring at Wu. Wu appeared stunned.

"I thought-"

"Right, you 'thought.' But you didn't know for sure. You know, something's been puzzling me about what you told me. You managed to escape, but somehow she didn't? How exactly did that happen? Huh?"

"I just… they came out of nowhere and jumped all over her… What was I supposed to do?" Wu asked.

"You sure you didn't just lock her in here?" Harding demanded.

"What? Of course not!"

There was a short pause. Harding's chest was rising and falling. He looked like a bull about to charge. Suddenly, he deflated and sank against the wall.

"I'm sorry," he said, running his hand over his face. "It's the stress… of being back here. Coming in and seeing… this." He motioned to Sorkin's unmoving body.

"It's okay, Gerry," Ellie said. "We're all afraid. It's alright. We'll be out of here in no time." She turned to Wu. "Better get your stuff."

Edgar nodded. "I'll help Dr. Sattler patch this woman up. Maybe there's a chance she'll survive. The rest of you, help Dr. Wu."

Wu found Sorkin's knapsack nearby, its contents laying about. He quickly gathered up what rightfully belonged to him, checking to make sure nobody was looking. He placed the journals in his own bag, including the one marked 'INDOMINUS.'

Sorkin's survival shocked and worried him. He was sure that she still wanted to ruin him. If he was lucky, maybe she would just die from her wounds. If he was unlucky, maybe he could still arrange an accident for her without attracting too much suspicion before they left the island.

Either way, he was not going to let Sorkin stop him and let years of research go to waste. He had worked too hard to fail now.

"Is that everything?" Grant asked.

"Not quite. I would like to bring some frozen embryos, as well."

Grant eyed him suspiciously. "What for?"

"For insurance for the future."

Grant scowled. "You're not planning on building another park are you? Well, it doesn't matter if you are or not. There's no way they're going to let you do it."

"Yes, I know. Trust me, I do. But what's the harm in salvaging a little material? Remember, this is my life's work."

Grant slammed his fist down on a table. "Your 'life's work' has killed people! Seriously, how big of an idiot can you be?"

Wu was astonished. A moment later, that astonishment was replaced with anger. "You think I don't know that?" he spat. "Robert Muldoon was a good friend of mine. Believe me, I understand what my actions have caused. I don't plan on repeating them."

"Then leave the embryos alone," Grant hissed. "Let them be. Let this park fade from our memories. It's better this way."

"Maybe for you. You're just a guy who digs up bones. Visionaries like me are the future." He grinned wickedly. "Oh. I get it. You're just concerned that if I go ahead and breed more dinosaurs, your career will become obsolete."

"If you think that's why, you're sadly mistaken," Grant retorted. With that, he stormed out of the room.

Yoder and Morales stood by, looking uncomfortable. Harding looked guilty. Perhaps he was remembering of his own involvement in the park.

"Come on," Wu said stiffly. "Let's just get the embryos and get out of here."

First, let's address the elephant in the room: Sorkin is alive. I did intend for her to stay dead after The Isla Nublar Incident, though I planned for the characters to find her body in The Chaos Continues. It would have been a disturbing scene revealing that the Troodon had laid eggs in her. But then my co-writer wrote the reveal that she was still alive, something that really surprised me... and I went with it. I felt like Sorkin's survival could lead to more interesting stories and conflicts. She's a wild card, after all...

It might also be a surprise to you that Sarah Harding is a main character in this story, getting involved with InGen's dinosaurs before the events of The Lost World. Similar to Malcolm's conversation with Kelly and the scene with Peter Ludlow, I did want to set up a few elements and characters from the second film much earlier. Those three characters were mentioned in The Isla Nublar Incident, if you remember. And a big reason I had Sarah involved in this story was to see her interact with her father and little sister, something we never saw in any of the canons. In the novel canon, her relationship with Gerry Harding was only implied. In the film canon, her relationship with Gerry Harding was only mentioned in the Telltale game. I actually consider the Harding family to be the "heart" of this new continuity, since their main motivation among the greedy and the ambitious is family. I also wanted to show the first meeting of Malcolm and Sarah, with Jess playing matchmaker and helping to start their relationship, following up on her telling Malcolm about Sarah on Nublar.

As for some of the new characters... Edgar Prather is a character from the Topps "Return to Jurassic Park" comics, which did serve as inspiration for this story. Raul Lopez and Sonya Durant are also from "Return to Jurassic Park." George Lawala is from the Topps "Raptor" comic storyline, the one which actually had the return of Robert Muldoon after he seemingly died in the first movie. Muldoon was a badass in the Topps comics, but unfortunately he drew the short straw in this continuity and had to be mercy killed by Ellie. Billy Yoder and Oscar Morales, the mercenaries accompanying Edgar, are from Telltale's "Jurassic Park: The Game."

Anyway, please leave a review and I'll get the second part out as soon as possible. Any feedback is appreciated.