AN: Sorry about yesterday and no update! I didn't have a chance to write much the other day, but here we are with chapter eleven and rest assured, I will try my hardest to have another chapter up tomorrow! If I can't, then look for one on Monday, because I'll keep updating as soon as I can.

It was a funny thing, being hunted. Claire felt oddly tense; the hairs on the back of her neck were standing straight up as a warning, but the only thing they could do was keep running. She could see the dinosaurs following them, flitting through the trees, randomly gnashing their teeth at Owen or Blue. They didn't seem to care about the younger raptors or Claire and Helen; Owen and Blue were the leaders, and it was obvious their hunters wanted to get them out of the way first.

"We've got to get off the island," said Helen, who was extremely out of breath. Claire wondered how long it had been since she'd exercised in some way other than walking around the room she'd been trapped in for a year and a half. The run didn't seem to be bothering her; she was looking around at the world with fresh eyes, like she couldn't get enough of what she was seeing.

"I've got a boat," said Owen, twisting the hand that wasn't holding Josie into Claire's. "Unless they moved it. I didn't bother hiding it; I figured nobody would come looking."

"Depends on which shore you anchored it on," said Helen, leaping over a fallen tree. Blue screeched ahead of them; a warning. Claire glanced nervously at Owen, who tightened his hand around hers. "They've got a dock on a side of the island, but I don't know which."

"Me neither," Owen grunted, wiping his forehead clean of sweat.

Claire grinned at Owen, not caring that they were being hunted, not caring that Boss was headed to Isla Nublar to steal embryos, not caring that they could be trapped on Isla Sorna: Owen was still her same Owen, and she was still Claire, and they had a way of getting out of life-threatening situations.

"We can't hide," said Owen. "They'd only corner us if we did."

"So we keep running," said Claire. "We've outrun worse before." A sharp, vivid memory of crunching heels and a roaring T-Rex came to Claire's mind. Yes, she had certainly faced worse before.

"This raptor has been after us for days," said Owen. "She won't give up easily."

"Pack advantage," said Claire. "It's four to one, not including Josie and us; we could take down a single velociraptor."

"There's more than just the one," said Owen. "But you are right; this isn't a pack hunting us; its random animals who've smelled us. We've got an advantage."

"The ease at which you two talk about this amazes me," muttered Helen.

"You sound like Lowery," said Claire, smiling slightly when she imagined what Lowery would say if he had been with them. Owen had told her how Lowery helped him, how he was on lookout at Isla Nublar.

"Who?" Helen asked.

Claire explained while Owen seemed to be forming a plan, trying to figure out a smart way to face the animals hunting them. They couldn't run forever, particularly against hunting raptors. Human legs didn't move as fast as dinosaur legs.

"Stop," said Owen sharply, throwing out a protective arm in front of Claire. She slammed into it but didn't fall, just managing to keep her feet steady on the ground. Blue froze too, the pack following suit. Owen set Josie down on the leafy undergrowth, where she glared at everyone with fierce yellow eyes.

"What are you doing?" asked Helen, looking rapidly from Owen to Claire.

Owen pressed a finger to his lips and nodded to Blue, who seemed to understand what Owen wanted without him needing to tell her. Claire marveled at how their relationship had grown; a year ago, Owen was just beginning to get through to her. Now, Blue was a trusted friend, an ally in this jungle.

"Go on," whispered Owen, nodding at Blue, who forward towards the beach, towards their escape. "Lucy, you too. Scout out a route. Lex and April, I want you two to stay right here with us."

"What's happening?" asked Claire quietly, watching the exchange between Owen and his raptors. April didn't look happy to be staying behind; she was pacing angrily, hissing under her breath. Lex was simply standing still, her head held high in the air, twitching slightly. Trying to catch a scent.

"I don't know where they are," said Owen. "I could see them, following us-"
"They're gone?" interrupted Claire, twisting her head around to try and catch a glimpse of scales flashing through the trees.

"Not gone," said Owen. "Waiting."

"For what?"

"Us, I guess. These animals are smart. Maybe they outnumber us, but we could kill them all because we work together. One of them has already faced us; she won't make the same mistakes again."

A screech echoed through the woods; Claire guessed it was Blue. Lex and April turned to Owen, who nodded his permission for them to go to Blue; the way must've been clear. He picked up Josie and gestured for Claire and Helen to follow him, trekking through the woods after Lex and April. Claire could see Lex hanging back to keep an eye on them, watching for any enemies.

"I don't like this," said Helen nervously, staring into the trees.

Claire shook off the feeling of dread that was starting to build in her stomach. Isla Sorna was a strange place; she couldn't wait to get back to Isla Nublar, back home. Of course, she'd still have to track down Boss and prevent him from stealing any embryos, but that would be a piece of cake compared to this.

The soil under Claire's feet started turning to loose sand; her feet sank into it with every step she took. "We're getting close!" she said, listening for the sound of the ocean ahead of her.

Claire glanced to her right and discovered that, apparently, more dinosaurs other than the Indominus Rex could camouflage.

…

She felt Owen push her down, heard Lex turn to help fight the offender, but heard a gunshot sound before Lex could reach them. A body fell softly to the ground and Claire rolled away from it, away from the small dilophosaurus that could paralyze her with one squirt of its venom.

Owen pulled her up into a one-armed hug, his face pale. Claire took a few shaky breaths to calm herself down and murmured her thanks in Owen's ear before picking up his gun where he had dropped it after shooting the dilophosaurus.

"Keep going," said Claire, walking forward on unsteady feet. Owen pressed a hand to her back, holding her upright, helping her walk because she wasn't sure her feet worked anymore. Had the dilophosaurus evolved the camouflage over the years, or had Wu added mixes to its DNA to force the ability, like he had the Indominus Rex? How many other animals were surrounding them, waiting for the opportune moment to attack?

But the camouflage wouldn't benefit them for long; Claire could see the ocean through the trees; Owen's boat was still there, waiting on them to drive it back to Isla Nublar.

They tripped over the sand, all of them so exhausted and tense that they could barely make it across the beach. The raptors were waiting on them, standing together, facing the woods in a silent gesture of protection.

Owen rushed them onto the boat, keeping a wary eye on the woods, knowing that they could be ambushed at any time. Claire knew he was looking for Alpha, the enemy velociraptor that had been hunting him for days. Claire thought it was strange that the raptor hadn't shown its face yet; she had never known a dinosaur to give up its hunt before.

But for now, they were safe, and they were together. And that's all that mattered.

AN: Again, so sorry about the wait. And I'm also sorry about the weirdness of this chapter; I'm so not satisfied with it at all, but I wanted to get it uploaded. Anyways, I'll have some more out in a while! Give me a couple days!