Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval but really, REALLY wish I did
Chapter 2: Emily?
Becker and Matt stormed through the forest, pushing branches and bushes away from them frantically. They scanned the area, hearing no more screams from Abby. "Found anything yet?" asked Jess through the walkie-talkie. "Abby's been taken by the creature we think. She screamed and-" Becker was cut off by Connor, "Wait, what?"
Minutes later, Connor arrived at the forest of Dean. Not even Phillip could keep him back. Matt smiled at Connor weakly and the three began searching. "Where did you hear Abby..s-scream?" asked Connor, wincing at the thought of her being hurt. "Over here." directed Becker, the three trekking over to a large clearing. "Wait, what's that?" asked Matt, warily walking towards a big den. Outside it was a mauled builder, his bloody carcuss devoured. "There's something living in that den." whispered Matt. Connor bent down and studied the carcuss, biting his lip. "Um, guys? There's more than one bite. In fact, there's loads. I think our friend has family." Just as he said this, a warning growl erupted from the dark cave, the ground shaking slightly. "Give me my girlfriend now!" bellowed Connor, racing at it but luckily, Becker held him back. A swip of a paw and the ripping of claws through Matt's leg was enough. "RUN!" he yelled, limping and running with the two, sensing creatures chasing them.
The three jumped over logs, dodging trees and panted heavily. They couldn't run for ever. They heard mutiple pounding of paws, there was more than a few. Suddenly, Becker called out demandingly, "Duck!" The three ducked, hiding in a small dip in a log as they saw the animals leap over head. They continued to run forwards, their constant snarls making Connor shiver of what had become of Abby. They were grey, black, white and brown. Some a mixture of all four colours. Some lighter shades and some darker, but all the team knew that it was going to take some effort to survive.
Connor put his head in his hands, welling up. "Abby's dead... I know it..." muttered Connor. Becker laid his hand on Connor's shoulder as Matt stared off into the distance. He grabbed Becker's walkie-talkie and spoke into it clearly, a plan growing in his head. "Jess, we need a blueprint of the forest of Dean. Get Philip to send us some powerul tranquillizers, and some real guns. The creatures are a group, a family." He paused and heard Jess typing away, "Got it. Anything else?" Matt nodded slowly, deep in thought. "Get us some paw traps. The ones that close down on an animal's leg sharply." Jess winced but gulped, "Y-Yes."
Moments later, the team were fully geared with tranquillizer guns and blueprints of the forest. They left their truck full of real guns, just in case and dotted traps around the area. They narrowed their eyes and got ready. If an anomaly didn't open soon, the animals would be killed.
Suddenly, a deafening scream came from the forest. They rushed to the noise, determined in case it was Abby. They saw a girl laying on the ground in pain, one of the traps clutched around her ankle. She had wavy, brown hair and old-fashioned clothes. She looked up with hazel eyes and the three gasped. "Emily?" asked Matt in disbelief.
Becker laid by Emily, pushing a metal bar into the trap. Connor stood in sorrow, wishing it had of been Abby they had found as Matt walked over to Emily. "How are you here?" Emily looked up, wincing as the trap cut through more skin in Becker's effort to get it off. "I saw the creatures rush through the anomaly. I wanted to help, to see you were safe." Emily blushed, "I mean, to check you all were safe." Matt frowned, "We've handled worst." Emily shook her head, "Alone, you could handle them with ease. But they are a family, a group of 21 animals, all blood-thirsty for this world." Matt held her hand, "You need to tell us about them." Emily nodded and felt her fresh wound be enveloped by air. The trap was off. Becker hissed at the nasty gash, helping Emily to her feet. "Let's get you to the truck so we can clean that cut. We'll wrap it up and then you can tell us about these creatures."
Emily limped to the truck, leaning on Matt as his arm wrapped around her waist. Becker held her hand for support, checking in with Jess now and again. Connor dragged his feet along behind, desperatly hoping Abby was okay. Yet his positivity was low.
Once at the truck, Emily sat down and stuck her right leg out. Becker washed the wound with cold water, Emily moaned at the stinging sensation. once clean, Becker wrapped a cloth around her ankle. She thanked him softly, turning to Matt who was leaning against the truck next to Becker. Connor was sitting on the floor, thinking of Abby but spared a glance at Emily. "Okay, they're prehistoric wolves..."