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{annie}

The roaring is more frequent now, but I've haven't heard a scream in a few minutes.

God I hope that's a good sign.

The roaring stops and a loud CRUNCH! echoes through the jungle then everything falls silent.

I skid to stop, kicking up dirt and foliage in my wake.

No.

No.

They're still alive.

I know it.

I shake the bad feelings out of my head and keep running.

I knew the dangers of coming here. They were always in the back of my mind, in the back of all of our minds really. Me and every single person on the planet who knew about the original park that John Hammond tried to open 20 years ago and the accident that cost dozens of lives. For as long as I can remember, I've been looking at aerial shots of the Isla Nublar, helicopter footage, satellite images. We watched the dinosaurs continue their lives on the island and then we watched Masrani Global and InGen Tech team up and retake the island and rebuild the park and turn it into a resort. We watched the news coverage of the grand reopening, the celebrity guests, the unveiling of newly discovered species, the goddamn ribbon cutting. Since Dr. Henry Wu, the only member of the Hammond's original team to return to the island, started creating new species of dinosaurs and designing his one genetic codes, the doubt grew stronger. Even with all the constant reassurance that the park was totally safe, we all had those thoughts that crept up on us. The feelings we couldn't shake. The uncertainty, the anxiety, knowing that as small of a percentage as it was, there was a possibility that eventually one of the animals would escape and run rampant and eat someone, probably a lot of someones.

Of all the days, I kinda figured it would happen while I'm here.

Part of me wonders if I wanted it to.

I pause for a moment to catch my breath and collect my bearings. I still can't hear anything. Not even the birds are chirping. It's like the jungle is holding it's breath, waiting for me to find whoever screamed.

The question I can't shake is how will I find them: whole or in pieces?

That's when the roaring starts again.

I don't know why, but I breathe a sign of relief. Like I know that roaring equals the dinosaur hasn't yet caught it's prey.

I can only hope that's the case.

I take off running again, praying I'm heading in the right direction. I can hear water, like rapids, possibly a waterfall. It gets louder with each step and it sounds like gallons of rushing water pounding against rocks and more water.

There's a break in the trees, I'm reaching the edge of my patch of jungle, and that's when I see it.

A cliff.

A waterfall too, not far away, maybe 400 meters, give or take a few, but I have no idea how far the cliff drops.

I stop just before I break the treeline and cling to a trunk before I pitch myself over the cliff. If I fall, I die.

Another roar. Louder this time. Whatever it is, I'm a hell of a lot closer to it than I was before. If it's coming my way, I really have only one option: I have to jump.

Before I have the chance to think about it and truly consider it, I run toward the waterfall. It's the the best place for me to jump. With the constant breaking of the surface of the pool below, I'll sink into it like jumping off a diving board. A 50 feet high diving board.

"Gray, go!"

I whip my head in the direction of the shout. On the opposite side of the clearing, two boys are running my direction, or more the direction of the waterfall.

Thank god they're alive.

My relief only lasts for a second, because a large T-Rex looking white dinosaur breaks through the trees and stumbles into the clearing.

And I stumble off the cliff.

The wind whistles passed me as I fall, picking up my ginger hair and whipping it in random directions. For a moment, and only that, a thought passes through my head. A thought of flying. Falling's just like flying, if you think about it, but with a more permanent destination.

I hit the water.

There's no pain or shock, just sinking.

A moment of confusion then I start swimming toward where I remember the cliff being. If I'm lucky, although I never really am, but hopefully this time there will be a cavern or gap behind the falls that I can hide in until the dinosaur goes away. It's too late for me to help the boys. There's nothing I could've done anyway. I'll just have to wait here and pray they survive.

The weight of the falls pushes me farther down, but I manage to make it behind and I pop up into a small cavern.

Hallelujah.

There's no rocks for me to climb onto or even cling to, just a space for me to tread water and wait.

But, not for as long as I thought.

Two shadows appear suddenly then drop into the water, sinking deep below the surface.

Please god, let them be alive.

I wait. I can't hear anything over the waterfall. I have no idea what I'm waiting for so after a minute or two, I dip under the surface and swim around the waterfall.

I pop back up beside the bank. It's shallow enough that I can stand so I do. I scan my surroundings. Thankfully I don't spot any dinosaurs and, instead, I see the two boys from before.

They're lying in the mud not far from me. Both of their backs are to me so I doubt they've noticed me yet.

I think I'll have a little fun.

I walk over to them. I don't bother to sneak, they wouldn't hear me over the water.

I stop beside them and put my hands on my hips.

"Well," I sigh. "You two look like you've had a rough day."

You'll get the rest of that meeting in the next chapter.