After a long sleepless night, and a few panic attacks, the sun rises over the horizon of the prehistoric world. Last night, I thought about my situation and realized that I have no idea how I'm going to get back to New york city. My best bet would be to go back to where I fell into this desert and see if I can find the devise that seems to have sent me here.

First though, I need to get an idea of where I am. Ok, over there, lots of unstable looking rock, don't go there. Over there, lots of sand. And more sand. And even more sand. Looks fairly bleak, but looks can be deceiving so I start heading out to where I remember landing when I got here.


"Im so lost", I mumble under my breath. It's been 2 and a half hours, far longer then it took to get to my hide out yesterday, and I see no landmarks that would assure me that I was headed the right direction. And as it is fast approaching noon and Im not seeing anything helpful.

Wait! That rock! It's the one I saw yesterday, the shiny one that looks like a J? Oh wait, I didn't put that in here. We'll just pretend that I did, but anyways I should be getting close.

Soon enough, I find myself near my destination, strangely enough I am at the other side of where I left from here yesterday. Well I guess my path that I chose wasn't that efficient.

When crossing the final distance to the landing site, as I have taken to calling it, the ground beneath me started to shake. For a moment it stopped, making me think that it was perhaps just the ground shifting slightly to my weight.

Then the ground started to shake violently. I curled up hope for no debris to hit me, as a head blow could easily give me a concussion if not kill me. After the shaking stops, I find that I'm about 10 feet lower then I was before, and my ankle looks and feels sprained.

Let me tell you tell you something, whenever there is fresh blood, like there is coming from the cuts now all over my body, scavengers and carnivores both tend to be attracted to that smell. Combine that with a sprained ankle, and almost anything becomes an easy meal.

Ya, Fun.

Also, that carnivore sometimes is a 35 foot long T-rex lookalike that is particularly hungry and wants to bite your face off. This was unfortunately one of those cases. As the large creature approached, I at first did not know what it was or what to do. Then, an enormous head peaked into my hole. My first thought was of course T-rex, but then I remembered that nothing here looks right for the USA millions of years ago, where T-rex would have lived. So what could it be? Searching my still limited knowledge, my best guess would be that tarbo-something. Tarbo...saurus. It must be a tarbosaurus.

A load roar then reminded me that I had more pressing issues then finding out what this thing was. I feel the creatures breath on me, and stench of rotting makes me gag. I see the eyes. Those eyes. I will never get that traumatizing first look out of my mind, the red color, and the feeling that they can just pierce straight though your soul.

I froze in fear, not knowing what to do, and as the creature stuck its head in to eat me one bite, nothing happened. What? The head of this animal could not reach the bottom of the hole, so for the moment I was safe. But for how long? How long would it stay there? How long could I be in here?

As if to answer my question, the tarbosaurus went of to find something to eat that it could acutely reach. Sighing with relief, I checked my ankle to see if I could put any weight on it. I could, but it hurt far more then would permit me to do any long traveling as I have today and yesterday. I tried to climb out of the hole, but the rock sides were fragile and crumbling.

What now? Maybe I can stack the rocks in here to get myself up? It's worth a shot. I start to take pieces of the wall and put on top of each other to make a sort of stairway to the top. Checking to make sure that my stalker was gone, I got back on the surface and went to see if there was anything at the landing sight.

After looking for awhile I start to up hope, and then I see, a piece of paper? That's it? Disappointment nonetheless I pick it up, seeing that it is a note. I go to the shadow of a steep dune and start to read the note.

Disclaimer: I don't own jurassic park and do not intend nor expect to make any profit on this fan fiction story.

Heh, so much for 1,000. Oh well, next time. I also forgot the disclaimer in the first chapter. Again, oh well.

Well anyways, cheers. -dinorico10