Muldoon brought the vehicle to a halt. His resolve to take it easy had lasted a day. He had spent the previous day sitting around doing nothing, besides cleaning his weapon and recuperating, but he couldn't stand anymore of that.

This morning he'd decided to go for a drive and check the situation with the paddocks and rest of the dinosaurs and had made it as far as East Dock. In the jeep, during daylight, he felt safe and was able to outrun any danger.

He'd left Priscilla wandering around the compound, she wasn't fit enough to keep up with the vehicle yet.

The last time he'd visited the dock had been on the night the storm hit. He'd been injured and desperate and found that there was no way to leave the island. Now, he'd come back to see if any vessels had dared to approach the island. Looking out to sea, he could see no sign of any boats.

In the small terminal he found the vending machine smashed open. He thought of Nedry and wondered where the fat fool had ended up. The last Muldoon had seen of the greedy programmer had been in the control room before the breakdown. Arnold said he'd tampered with the systems. He'd been stupid enough to turn the raptor fences off. His chances of survival out here were all but non-existent if his knowledge of dinosaur behaviour led him to the conclusion that doing such a thing had been a good idea. Could the dysfunctional slob have made it this far?

Muldoon stepped outside with his shotgun at the ready and called out to him.

"Nedry!" He didn't particularly want to see the man, let alone help him, but he did want to know if there was someone else on the island. Muldoon found the thought rather unsettling.

"Nedry!" he tried again. A rustle from the bushes alerted him to the presence of another. "Nedry?" he enquired, recognising the clumsy movement of a human from the rhythm of the footfall and noisy path its approach cut through the jungle plants.

"Oh, thank God!" the newcomer exclaimed, bursting from the jungle in a completely dishevelled state. "I thought I was the only one left!"

"Wu? What are you still doing here?" Muldoon was certainly surprised to see Jurassic Park's head geneticist come scrambling out of the jungle. It had been a week since the breakdown and Henry Wu looked like he had spent those living in terror and uncertainty. His face was covered in scratches, his clothes were torn and muddy. His eyes darted about wildly as though he expected to be attacked at any moment.

Wu lunged forward and seized him by the shirtfront. "We have to get out of here!"

"Is something chasing you?" Muldoon questioned, scanning the surrounding jungle for signs of life.

"It's Jurassic Park and the animals are loose!" the doctor insisted, letting go and making his way quickly to the jeep. Muldoon followed him, watching Wu climb hastily into the passenger's seat and waiting for Muldoon to follow suit and climb into the vehicle, but he wasn't quite ready to do that. He stopped beside the driver's door without opening it and calmly considered the agitated scientist.

"You're the one that raided the vending machine?" Muldoon questioned, wanting to ascertain if there might be others still lurking here as Wu had been.

"I had to eat something," Wu defended. Muldoon realised Wu thought he was having a go at him for vandalising the snack dispenser.

"I don't care about that," he told the unhinged geneticist. With those words Wu relaxed a little, causing Muldoon to question the other man's sanity. Though he didn't dwell on the thought, concerned that it may be a case of the pot calling the kettle black. He was currently the member of a raptor pack himself after all. Only two nights ago he and his fellow pack member had sat around a campfire sharing a bite to eat. "Are there any others?" Muldoon found himself hoping the answer was no, and that had nothing to do with wanting others to be safe.

"Not that I know of. It's just me."

"Good," Muldoon nodded, finally climbing into the jeep.

Human contact seemed to soothe the stranded scientist, his conversation had become more rational. Muldoon couldn't say the same. Perhaps unreasonably, he found Wu's company irritated him, but Wu was a good man and Muldoon felt obliged to help someone less skilled in survival situations than himself.

"How'd you miss the boat?"

"The shuttle crashed. The weather was so bad, the wind and the rain, it made the road really dangerous and the driver lost control. It flipped. The others didn't make it but I managed to get out and found my way to the dock. Only I was too late, the boat was already gone."

"How many others?"

"The driver plus two more. Most people caught the earlier shuttle before the weather got too bad."

Muldoon nodded, thinking that would've been the sensible thing to do.

"You've been staying at the compound?" the scientist asked.

"In Hammond's bungalow," Muldoon confessed with a rare smile. He still liked the thought of intruding on the old man's private residence because he knew Hammond wouldn't like it.

"Who else?" Wu asked.

"No one," Muldoon lied.

"You're the only survivor? Hammond? The children?"

"I don't know. The tour vehicles broke down by the Tyrannosaur paddock. Hammond asked Doctor Sattler and I to retrieve the children. We found Malcolm and brought him back. She killed Gennaro. We never found Grant or the children. Nedry interfered with the security systems, we had to reboot the whole lot. I went with Sattler to the maintenance shed. She made it but I was attacked by a raptor, I don't know what happened after that. I know they got the power back up but that's it. It was dark when I woke up and everyone was gone."

"The bunker?"

"No. We left Malcolm and Hammond there but they were gone when I went back."

"And the comms?"

"They..." Muldoon fell silent. They were nearing the compound and what he saw imprinted on the road over his recent tyre tracks chilled him to the bone. Tyrannosaur tracks, and she was heading towards the buildings. Towards where he had left Priscilla.

"Shit..."

"What?"

"Tyrannosaur tracks." Muldoon pressed his foot down, speeding towards home.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wu demanded. "We're no match for her!"

Muldoon ignored him and sped on with one goal in mind. From beside him the geneticist was insisting they turn around but it was background noise to Muldoon. He focused on the task at hand which was locating and helping Priscilla if he wasn't too late. And he really hoped he wasn't.

AN: Are we happy with Wu's appearance in the story? I do have a reason for him showing up, so even if you're not happy with the intrusion stick with it, and hopefully you'll like the outcome. Besides, it's a dino infested island, how long can he last anyway? Thanks for reading :)