Lost In The Fog

It was the middle of the night on Isla Niebla.

The group shared flashlights through the mist. Harris and Higgins shared one. Wilkins and Matore shared one. And Sommers shared one with Mike and Molly.

The fog was so thick. Shadows loomed everywhere. The kids trembled. It was very creepy for them. Mysterious sounds echoed through the night.

"What was that?" gasped Matore.

"I don't know," said Wilkins.

"Dawn will be closing in about seven hours from now," said Harris, "we should be fine till then."

"We should be?" asked Higgins.

"I don't know for certain," said Harris, "we should just carry on. Winston and Olsen will be helpless."

"That's good news," said Sommers.

And they carried on through the fog.

Winston and Olsen

Burns was sitting in his office when he got a call.

"Hello," he replied.

"Mr. Burns. This is Cal Winston."

"Cal. How's it going? Are you on Site C yet?"

"Yeah, but Gerald and I got a little sidetracked."

"Sidetracked? By who?"

"We were planning to use a group of tourists into this mess but they were no help to us at all."

"So you just left them out there to die?"

"Yes, sir."

"You idiots. You dumbshits. There is no way the job will be complete without their help. Can you imagine the two of you against one large beast or a pack of gruesome theropods?"

"We're sorry, sir. It's just that...that..."

"Right, right, Cal. Just listen to me. Find those people and force them to help you."

"But...but..."

"Just do it. And don't worry. I've sent the rest of the trio over the island to help you. Capture all you can and when the next team arrives, they can help you capture the rest. Got that?"

"Yes, sir. Affirmative."

"Good man. Hope everything goes well."

And they hung up.

"Come on, Gerald," said Winston to Olsen, "let's go."

"Yeah, Cal," said Olsen, "let's go."

Oviraptors

Meanwhile, the party of seven carried on through the fog. They were all determined to make it out safely.

"Anyone want a power bar?" panted Sommers.

"No, thank you," panted Harris.

"Not in a time like this," panted Higgins.

"Kids, about you?"

"No, thank you, uncle Jimmy," they both replied.

The group still had flashlights through the mist. They didn't even pay attention to where they were going on the ground.

Suddenly, they tripped over and fell down a rocky path, completely separated from each other.

Mike was frightened.

"Molly? Uncle Jimmy? Guys? Where are you?"

"Mike!" called Molly.

"Molly!" called Mike and they ran up to each other.

"Where's uncle Jimmy?" he panted, "where's everyone else?"

"I don't know," she said, "but we better find them quick."

And they held hands as they walked through the mist.

Harris awoke.

"Guys? Joseph? Jimmy? Wilkins?"

"Riley!" called Higgins.

"Jenny!" he called back.

And they ran up to each other and hugged.

"Where are the others?" asked Higgins.

"I don't know," said Harris, "come on. Let's find them."

And they carried on through the fog.

Molly and Mike looked for the others.

"Uncle Jimmy! Mr. Harris!" they both called.

Then they felt footsteps. They were both scared.

"What is that noise?" asked Mike.

"I don't know," said Molly, "I really don't know."

Then a hand dropped each on their shoulder. They both freaked out and looked behind. Out of the mist came Matore.

"It's okay, kids," he said, "it's only me."

The kids sighed.

"Almost gave me a heart attack, captain," said Molly.

"Yeah, really," said Mike.

"It's okay," said Matore, "now, just stick together and we should be fine. Don't worry."

The three of them walked slowly through the mist. Matore held Molly and Mike's hands to calm them down.

Suddenly, they felt a rush of grass.

"We must be long grass," presumed Matore, "but I'm not for sure. Alright, kids. You go first.

"But why?" said Molly.

"Because if I do, something might get you. And my goal is to get you guys out of here safely and back to your uncle."

"But what about you?" said Mike.

"Shh, shh. I'll be fine," whispered Matore, "now go. And the three of us shall hold each other's hands through the field. We'll most likely meet up with the others on the other end."

Molly went first who held hands with Mike who held hands with Matore. Suddenly, five theropod shadows sneaked up quietly in different directions into the long grass behind Matore and the kids. Their eyes aimed for Matore's legs.

Matore heard rustling through the fields. The kids couldn't hear because they were in front. Before he could say anything, he was plucked under an unseen force. Mike felt his hand slip out of his. He was startled.

"Matore?" he gasped as he looked behind, "Matore!"

But there was no reply.

"What is it?" asked Molly.

"He's gone," said Mike.

"What?" she gasped.

Under the long grass, Matore screamed as he was plucked down and a claw injected in his back. It was so painful. The claw was suddenly injected and he looked up to see venom being squirt in his eyes. He screamed even louder as it happened and the five theropod shadow ran into the mist towards him.

Another faded scream was heard by Molly and Mike.

"CAPTAIN MATORE!" screamed Molly.

"CAPTAIN!" screamed Mike, "CAPTAIN MATORE!"

Then they heard footsteps.

"Captain Matore?" they both shivered. The footsteps got closer and closer and closer.

"Are you there, captain?" said Molly.

"Yes, are you there?" said Mike.

But there was no reply. Instead, an Oviraptor pecked it's head out of the mist. The kids were alarmed.

They screamed as all five raptors chased them into the night. They ran out of the long grass.

Harris and Higgins continued through the night when they heard the faded screams of the kids.

"Molly?" gapsed Harris.

"Mike?" gasped Higgins.

"SOMEBODY HELLLLLLP!" they both screamed.

"Kids! Over here!" called Higgins.

"Ms. Higgins!" gapsed Molly.

"Kids! Come on! Over here!" called Harris.

"Mr. Harris!" gasped Mike and he and Molly both jumped into his arms. They were relieved.

"We have to hurry," said Molly, "and meet up Mr. Wilkins and Uncle Jimmy."

"What? Why?" asked Harris curiously.

"Um, Riley," said Higgins, pointing her flashlight out at the five Oviraptors, "this is doesn't look good."

"What?" he said and saw the raptors coming their way.

"Oh, shit," he gasped, "run for your life, kids. Go, go, go."

"NOOOOOO!" gasped Molly as they ran.

"We've already lost the captain to that reason and we don't want to lose you, too," said Mike.

"Just go," said Harris, "and meet up with your uncle on the other end. Go. Now."

Molly and Mike, still hesitant, ran anyway with Harris and Higgins running after them. The Oviraptors were in hot pursuit on the four of them. Higgins tried scaring them off by flashing light backwards but it didn't work. The raptors were still after them. Molly, Mike, Harris and Higgins ran faster. But the Oviraptors didn't give up. They were very hungry.

Sommers awoke. Luckily, he still had the bag on his shoulder. He was very relieved.

"Joseph! Joseph!" he called.

"Jimmy! Jimmy!" Wilkins called back and shone the flashlight into his face.

They hugged each other in relief.

"Where are the others?" asked Sommers.

"I don't know," said Wilkins, "I really don't know."

Then they heard faded screams.

"Hey. That does sound like the others," gasped Sommers.

"Quickly," said Harris out of the mist.

"What's going on?" asked Sommers.

"I demand an explanation. What is the meaning of this?" asked Wilkins curiously as he and Sommers ran along with them.

"No time to explain," said Higgins, "let's get the hell outta here."

"Why?" asked Sommers.

"Look behind you," said Harris.

Wilkins and Sommers looked behind to see the Oviraptors on their trail. Sommers stopped.

"Jimmy, what are you doing?" asked Wilkins as he and the others stopped.

Sommers didn't reply as he took out a shotgun and shot all five raptors as they were about to jump on him and spit venom. They all dropped to the floor, dead.

Suchomimus

The group was amazed and very stunned by Sommers' actions.

Molly and Mike ran into Sommers' arms.

"Wow, Uncle Jimmy. That was very brave," said Molly.

"Yeah, seriously," said Mike.

"Don't mention it, kids," he panted as he caught breath.

Harris and Higgins laughed and gave him a look of congratulation.

"Jimmy," panted Wilkins as his voice developed out of shock, "that is probably the stupidest...yet the bravest thing I've ever seen. For that, I'd give you my life."

Before Sommers could reply, a set of claws reached out and grabbed Wilkins.

"No!" shouted Wilkins and took the shotgun to see the Suchomimus about to crush Wilkins in his clutches and eat him.

"Run, Jimmy!" shouted Wilkins, "I said I'd give you my life."

"No!" shouted Sommers, "you can keep your life as we all can."

He aimed his shotgun at the Suchomimus. Harris and Higgins tried to hold him back but he already aimed a bullet at it where it pierced into it's heart, causing it to release Wilkins from it's clutches and it dropped to the floor, dead.

Everyone cheered on Sommers once more but then looked to see Wilkins' body.

"Joseph!" gasped Sommers.

"No," gasped the kids.

And they all ran up to his body.

The kids sobbed over it while Sommers could do nothing but shed a tear for the loss of his mentor. Higgins turned her face away against Harris' shoulder and cried while Harris could do nothing but shed a tear as well.

Suddenly, a jerk of movement occurred on Wilkins' body as the tears slipped into his mouth. He then coughed and opened his eyes.

"Joseph?" gasped Sommers.

"He's alive," gasped the kids.

"By golly, he is," laughed Higgins.

"You can say that again," laughed Harris.

"I thought you were dead," said Sommers.

"Who? Me?" he said, "nah. I was fainted. That's all. All I needed was a drop of water and these two little rascals did the trick."

Everyone laughed. It was a pleasure to see Wilkins alive. A complete joy for all.