From above they could see the visitor's center; it looked like it hadn't been touched in the almost twenty years since its debut. The choppers landed on the ground next to the center, both blue and white, and very similar to the choppers used to transport the group to Isla Nublar so many years ago. Hammond was the first one out of the helicopter and ordered the pilot to keep the kids in their seats until it was alright for them to enter the building. Grant, Ellie, and Malcolm exited their helicopter and met with Hammond at the steps of the center, all were in awe due to the spectacle before them. Roots of the nearby trees had eroded the concrete, and vines climbed the cement steps and up the sides of the building, the giant windows were shattered, glass particles still remained in one area, evidence of a recent intrusion. Hammond turned and looked behind him, what was once a pond was now a marsh, overgrown by trees and tall grass. The flowing fountain lined along the stairs was now completely dried out and full of dried mud. The group walked up the steps and met the ever familiar safari lodge theme door, Hammond scanned the archway above it, to his surprise, and the cement was still intact, although the T-Rex skeleton was merely visible through the heavy vines scaling the building. Malcolm and Grant grasped the doors handles and pushed as hard as they could, the door didn't budge, still determined, they both backed up and charged at the door full speed. Both sides of the door collapsed, pieces of glass shattered on the ground, Ellie moved back a bit and lost her balance, causing her to fall down the cement steps. Grant rushed toward her and helped her up; there was hardly any blood, except for her knee which she scraped against the cement.
"Are you alright my dear?," Hammond asked.
"Yes, I am alright, nothing I can't handle!," Ellie reassured him.
"The two of you should be more careful, instead of carefree, we spared no expense on that door, and now look, it's ruined!"
"It was ruined the day your men built it!," Malcolm said, with irritation in his tone. "Well, anyway, now what are we to do, we cannot stay here, especially with the shattered windows, and the door no longer attached to its hinges!," he said.
"Now, now Ian, if my memory serves me, my bungalow should be down the path just about a mile, but first, let's have a bit of fun!," Hammond said with a chuckle.
"Oh great, that's just what we need is some fun!," Malcolm said.
