Chapter 12: Dawn's Plight, Owen's Fight

Wow. It's been a while. But let me just say, it was worth the wait. You'll know it was when you read this chapter. Trust me.

Two Weeks Before Owen Formed His Plan

Noah, Courtney, Ezekiel, Tyler, Cameron, Zoey, Sierra, and Cody couldn't believe their eyes. One minute the eight had been running for their lives from a frickin' Tyrannosaurus Rex, and the next they'd been pulled into the bushes, dragged into a cave, and stood facing someone they'd thought dead for the last three days. Dawn. She had a lot of explaining to do.

"What the hell is going on?" voiced Courtney for all of them.

"You're about to find out," said Dawn, "but please be patient a little longer. I'd like to hear your account of things first. If you don't mind."

Reluctantly, all eight of them told the tale. Noah, Courtney, and Cody did most of the talking, with the others pitching in now and then. Tyler never seemed to run out of stupid comments. They told Dawn basically the same story they'd told Malcolm and Grant, with everything that had happened since added in. All in all, it took about fifteen minutes.

Dawn nodded once they'd finished, and then began her version of events. "It started the night after the water obstacle course challenge, when everyone was returning to their shelters. Harold approached me and asked me to take a walk with him. As we trekked through the jungle, he told me how he couldn't shake the feeling that disaster was imminent, and wanted to talk to me about it since I'm the most sensitive to things like that. Then, out of nowhere, we were jumped by Deinonychuses and Harold was brutally killed."

Tyler and Ezekiel both broke into tears. "He was so young!" wailed Zeke.

"I know!" sobbed Tyler. "The poor guy never even got a chance!"

"Would you shut it?" asked Courtney. "We've already seen half of our friends get killed in the last few days, there's no use moping until we're safe ourselves. Especially over someone like Harold." She recieved a few glares for that last comment but ignored them. "Dawn, continue."

"I managed to escape while they were, well, consuming Harold. However, I quickly found myself lost and disoriented. It was then that the creatures caught up with me. I braced myself for death, but they seemed just a little bit reluctant to slaughter me."

"Hah, we got somethin' in common, eh!" laughed Ezekiel. "They didn't kill me at first either!"

"They never killed you," groaned Noah, before muttering "Bastard." under his breath.

Dawn looked a little weirded out by Ezekiel's Ezekielness, but didn't let it bother her. "I quickly realized it was because of my uncanny ways of getting along with animals. I could easily tame the wildest bear, mountain cat, lion, or mutant Wawanakwa creature with just a soft look. Dinosaurs were a different thing entirely. It took all my willpower to convince them to walk off and leave me alone, but I did it. For a while I wandered the island, learning its secrets. The herbivorous dinosaurs gave me no problem. The carnivores were always persuaded against eating me by yours truly. Some of them were even downright friendly to me, such as the little green ones- - -"

"The Compsognathuses?!" yelled Cody. "Those assholes nearly killed me!"

"They were only looking for a meal," replied Dawn. "Anyway, there was one dinosaur I had trouble with. The Tyrannosaurus Rex, the only one on the island. I ran into him a few times, and just barely escaped each time with my life. Not only was it not persuaded to leave me be, it longed to eat me. Picture that. The beast actually wants to eat me. It's angered by my consistent escapes and my powerful, dominating mind, and it's spent days trying to find me and finish me off once and for all."

"Geez," said Sierra, "that's insane."

"Everything here is insane," quipped Noah.

"Now, the T-Rex never found me because I discovered this place. It's a cave, or really, to be more accurate, a tunnel. The one end opens up at the top of a rock face, right about head-height for the larger dinosaurs. Thankfully, it's too small for them to stick their snouts in. They could probably bash their way in here if they were desperate, but I have yet to be discovered. There's a rather small room directly inside, with a larger cavern farther back and down. That's where we are now. A narrow lava tube leads out back to a tiny entrance covered by vegetation, through which we came a few minutes ago."

"Pretty amazing place," commented Zoey. "Have you been living here the past few days?"

Dawn nodded. "So now you know why I never came back to find the group. I saw you multiple times, in certain cases I even led dangerous dinosaurs away from you, but I couldn't risk joining you. The Tyrannosaurus would have hunted me down and killed all of you along with me."

"Well, I'm sure glad you're a thoughtful person!" exclaimed Cameron, and the others shared his sentiment. They had no way of getting of the island, but they were safe. For now.

Three Weeks After Owen Formed His Plan

Owen could barely contain his excitement. His mission was about to start. He was excited, joyous, nervous, and scared as hell. He'd already coordinated with his uncle, who'd given him permission to fly a few friends in the helicopter for a few miles. What his relative didn't know was that they'd be flying a lot more than a few miles.

He'd gotten an answer from most of the former Total Drama contestants. As expected, most said no. The general reply was: 'No way in hell would I go to that island! Are you out of your frickin' mind?' A few responses were unusual. Justin said his modeling contracts prohibited him from going anywhere near tropical climates, Lindsay was afraid her perfect boobs would get eaten by dinosaurs, Alejandro feared that the Tyrannosaurus would somehow try and rival his evilness, and Staci blabbed on and on about how her ancestors had invented dinosaurs (which didn't even relate to the question). But in the end, six people had agreed to come with him.

The doorbell rang far earlier than expected that morning. The fat teen opened it to find Trent on his doorstep. "Trent? What are you doing here? It's only 10:30. You guys were supposed to show up at noon!"

"Actually, my good friend, it's currently 10:33," corrected Trent. "Which is exactly ninety-nine minutes after nine o'clock."

"Oh great, not this again," muttered Owen, rolling his eyes.

Trent ignored him. "Now, I for one believe that this time should be written as 9:99. And the interesting thing is, were that time to somehow happen three times a day, an event which only occurs every nine millennia, mind you, you would get nine nines! Like this: NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE!"

"Yeah...why don't you come in?" Trent was only too happy to oblige, and they watched a few Gilligan's Island reruns on television before the next rescue mission participant showed up. It was Brick.

"Good day, fellow soon-to-be-hero!" saluted the Cadet optimistically. "It's a fine day for a dangerous mission, as they always say in the army. Are we ready to depart?"

"Not yet," replied Owen. "We're just waiting for a few more people to show up. In fact, here come some now!" Eva parked her ancient Volkswagen next to the curb in front of Owen's house. She'd given Lightning a ride, as he was too stupid to pass the test for a driver's license himself.

"Sha-bam!" shouted the jock, running up to join the other guys. "Lightning's all ready to kick some dinosaur ass!"

"Let's hope we don't have to," said Eva. "I could take on a dinosaur and stand a way better chance than you four combined, but getting there and getting out quietly is our best shot."

Owen nodded. No matter how cool it would be to see an actual in-the-flesh dinosaur, getting out with lives and the survivor's lives was the goal. It was just then that another car parked in the street, and Gwen hopped out. She smirked and walked up to them. "Hey Trent. Still like the number nine?"

"Hah, I like it more than just once! I like it nine times!"

"Good to know."

Then the final member of the group showed up. Scott. Why'd he'd chosen to put his life on the line to help others was anyone's guess. Maybe he had a darker motive. Or maybe he'd changed for the good. Either way, everybody still considered him a bastard. None bothered to say hello, they just piled into Owen's van, and the redneck joined them.

It was a six hour drive to Owen's uncle's, and for the most part the teens were silent. Thinking about the crazily suicidal mission you're about to embark on is a real buzzkill. When they finally arrived, Owen got out and greeted his uncle, an old man named Richard. Richard was shorter than Owen and not quite as fat, with a brown beard that was quickly turning gray. The two relatives embraced each other, and the six former campers exited the van.

"Geez, seven of ya!" exclaimed Richard. "That's a mite too many for my ol' girl, she only seats six!" He chuckled.

"Don't worry, Uncle Rich, two people can share a seat."

"You sure that's fine with you and y'all's friends, sonny boy?"

"Positive!" Fifteen minutes later, they were all strapped in. Owen turned the rotors on and began the process of checking all the instruments. Soon enough, they were airborne and on their way to whatever dangers lay ahead.

~~~~~/-\~~~~~

"Wow," was all Gwen could say. Everyone else was thinking the same thing. In front of them was Isla Sorna.

It was beautiful.

In fact, it was more than beautiful. It was breathtaking. Not a dinosaur was to be seen, just the beginning of the gigantic island. First off, everything was green. It looked to be mostly jungle, with a bit more decidious forest here and there. There were huge hills and cliffs everywhere, rising into the sky. Giant waves crashed onto the rocky shore, and rivers flowed inland, past natural pillars of stone covered in vegetation. It was amazing.

It had been over a day since they started flying. After a few hours, Uncle Bob realized they weren't returning, and reported his helicopter stolen. But the authorities were busy with other matters, so he'd have to wait. By the time anyone set about doing anything, it'd be too late.

They stopped a few times for feul at small airports and landing strips. Owen had planned ahead. A little of his parent's money had already changed hands beforehand, unknown to his parents themselves. At one stop, they ate some fast food and spent the night at a small motel nearby. Now, a day and a half later, the seven were practically there.

"Everyone keep your eyes peeled!" commanded Owen. "I'll fly as low as I can. Remember, we're here to save the others, not sight-see. This island is a place of death."

"About that..." began Brick. "We've spent the entire time assuming our friends are still alive. It's been nearly six weeks."

"Some kid survived on this place for eight weeks back in 2001," said Scott. "Alone. By himself. I researched this place a little after I decided to join you all. Couldn't hurt, could it?"

"Are you sure he wasn't here for nine weeks?" asked Trent hopefully.

"I'm absolutely certain it was eight."

"Damn it! So close!"

"Let's get back on topic here," said Eva. "What do we do if they're all dead?!"

"Yeah!" shouted Lightning.

"All we can do is hope is that they've held out this long," murmured Gwen. "I don't even want to think about the alternative."

Owen nodded, and looked out the window. His eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Um, guys? Look down."

The conversation in the helicopter ceased. Those with window seats gazed outside, and their mouths dropped open. Everyone else leaned to get a good look.

Below them was a gigantic herd of dinosaurs. Parasaurolophuses, Triceratops, and Stegosaurs lumbered around peacefully, only about thirty feet below where they were flying. It was an incredible sight. A Parasaurolophus lifted its head and bellow at them. All but Scott and Eva smiled.

Suddenly, Owen spotted the neck of a Brachiosaurus right in front of their flying vehicle, and swerved the helicopter to avoid a very painful crash. "Damn!" exclaimed Scott. "That thing is BIG."

"Sha-no kidding," replied Lightning, still staring intently at all the dinosaurs. After a few more minutes, they were flying over jungle again. Everyone scanned the ground beneath them, looking for any sign that people were there recently. They saw nothing. Followed by more nothing. And then? Nothing.

Then they heard a roar. A T-Rex roar. It came from in the forest, not too far ahead of them. Trees shook and a flock of birds flew off, frightened. Even though they were high up in the air and far out of biting range, it scared the hell out of them. For the first time since getting to the island, the seven wondered just how good a plan this had been. Especially when there was no sign of any survivors.

Eager to get away from there, Owen flew the helicopter left and over a beautiful mountain range. As they descended a little coming down the other side, something bumped into the helicopter. Hard.

Everyone looked outside to see a huge creature flying next to them. It had a gigantic wingspan, with huge leathery wings that ended in claws. Its head had a long triangular beak instead of a snout. A Pteradon. There were a few more flying on the other side. Another one slammed into the aircraft, knocking it sideways. "Hold on to something!" screamed Owen as he tried to regain control. Pteradons were piscivores, meaning they ate fish, so they weren't interested in the humans inside. They likely didn't even know the seven were there. All the prehistoric reptiles knew was that a foreign object had entered their territory. They wanted it out.

The attacks were relentless, and the metal shell started ripping apart. Owen had only one choice. That was to land, ASAP. He lurched the copter forward into a nose dive and plummeted straight down. All the passengers screamed. Trent was screaming "Nine!" because he was Trent, but he was just as terrified as the others.

Owen tried to pull out of the dive now that they'd left the Pteradons behind, but the aircraft was damaged. He had barely gained control again when they hit the top of a tree and went pinwheeling. All he could do was hope that they miraculously survived the landing, and that there were no dinosaurs nearby.

After a scream-inducing fall through the trees, the first of these wishes came true. They had hit the ground. And they hadn't landed near a dinosaur. They'd landed on a dinosaur.

~~~~~/-\~~~~~

At first no one knew what was underneath them. Owen checked himself over. Not a scratch. He turned around to look at the others, who were all trying to get out of their seat belts. Gwen, Scott, and Brick looked fine. Eva's forehead was bleeding from getting smacked on the seat in front of her. Lightning had a nasty gash on his arm. Trent was moaning in pain, although he seemed okay.

"Hey! What's up with you?" Eva demanded to know.

Trent breathed in deeply. "Ugh. I broke nine bones."

Seriously?" asked Gwen.

"Actually, I just have nine sprains."

"Nine?" asked Scott skeptically. "Where do you figure nine? There's only so many joints you can sprain, Trent."

"Alright, alright! I got cut nine times. On each of my nine arms."

"You're ridiculous," huffed Scott. "I'm getting out of here."

As he stood up to get to the door, the helicopter tilted up. Metal groaned as it continued to tip backwards. A large reptilian head came into view through the windshield, directly in front of Owen. The fat boy screamed. Their downed aircraft slid off the back of a Ceratosaurus. The huge beast was severely injured from having a helicopter crash into it. The dinosaur stumbled drunkenly forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground. It lay there, jaws splayed open.

All seven of them exited the broken helicopter and stared at it. It was their first close-up encounter with one of the dinosaurs. As far as they could tell, it was dead. Trent approached it, ignoring the others' warnings. He crept towards the head, and whispered back to the others. The psycho teen wanted to see if it had nine throats. And, much to the disgust and horror of the rest of the group, he crawled inside its mouth.

The jaws snapped shut.

The Ceratosaurus came back to its senses, and tried to stand up in vain, before falling back to the ground again. Meanwhile, Trent was wedged in its throat, disappointed that there was only one. The creature started choking, and then convulsing, as the guitar player accidentally blocked its airway. The six outside had no idea whether to run away or not. All they did was stand paralyzed and watch.

Stomach acid splashed up onto Trent, and he screamed as it burned at his skin, clothes, and eyes. He became disoriented, and tried to force himself farther into the beast, thinking he was crawling out the mouth. If he had been in the jaws of a Spinosaurus, or maybe even the Tyrannosaurus, he would have slid right down into the stomach and been digested. But the horned carnivore was a good deal smaller, although it obviously still towered over any human. This being said, Trent barely fit a little ways into the esophagus. The guitarist was crushed by the walls of the throat as stomach acid sloshed all over his body. The Ceratosaurus suffocated as its throat was torn apart. Not to mention it had already sustained mortal wounds from the helicopter. Within five minutes, they were both dead. Trent's only regret was that he hadn't gotten to die nine times over. The dinosaur's only regret was that it had ever gotten near a Psycho Trent.

Gwen started to cry. It felt totally unrealistic. They'd flown a helicopter to an island. They'd seen dinosaurs. Trent had done some very stupid things. And now he was dead. They hadn't even been there for an hour. The suddenness of it all was too much for her.

Brick, who'd been taught survival first aid in the army, tended to Eva and Lightning's small wounds. Everyone was a little bruised, but considering they'd just been through a Pteradon attack and a crash landing, the six were none the worse for wear.

It was time to find the others, assuming they weren't dead. With Brick and Eva in the lead, they marched into the jungle, totally unprepared.

~~~~~/-\~~~~~

Over three hours later, Owen, Gwen, Lightning, Eva, Scott, and Brick hadn't seen any more dinosaurs, with the exception of the occasional Compsognathus. They were all sweating fiercely and being swarmed by mosquitos. Their legs and arms were cut from bushwhacking their way through the jungle. It was getting pretty close to dark.

"You know Owen, I really think we should stop and find shelter soon. Just some words of wisdom." said Brick.

"Hah!" sneered Lightning. "We all know you ain't tryin' to be helpful. You're just scared of the dark!"

Gwen snickered a little, but caught herself and shut up. Eva rolled her eyes and smirked at the cadet. "I'm not afraid of the dark!" protested the cadet. "I'm only scared of what, gulp, might be hiding in it. And maybe that's a little ridiculous normally, but here it makes perfect sense. Half of the creatures on this island would sooner eat you than look at you! You people are crazy if you're not terrified out of your minds!"

"Whoa, calm down a little. We hear you," said Gwen. "Believe me, I know this place is no laughing matter. I just saw my ex-boyfriend get killed! Well, more like he retardedly killed himself."

Lightning giggled. "It's still sha-stupid to piss your pants 'cause it's dark out." Owen had to hold Brick back. It took a lot to push the good-natured teen over the edge, but everyone was a little off since they'd gotten to the island. None of them knew if or when something would show up and kill them. It was like a guessing game. If you keep moving, will the dinosaurs show up where you were? Or will you run into them? It really was like a guessing game, involving a lot of death and even more fear.

Obviously, they needed to keep moving to have any hope of finding the others. But perhaps it was best to stop for the night and find a safe place. Unbeknownst to them, they were only a few hundred yards from the cave where Dawn and the others were living in. If they'd continued in the direction they were going, they would have undoubtedly come across it. However, they heard something that determined they wouldn't go any farther. A Tyrannosaur roar. From right outside the cave.

~~~~~/-\~~~~~

They'd been on the island for six weeks. Six f'ing weeks. It was almost too much to bear. After the initial Tyrannosaurus attack, what remained of Total Drama's Season 5 competitors had run from one hell to another, never getting a moment to stop and catch their breath. And once they had, it was almost worse.

Since they'd met up again with Dawn, no more of them had been killed. There had been a few close shaves, but the nature girl had generally been able to ward off any hungry dinosaurs. They spent the vast majority of time in the cave, only leaving to find food and water. All they had to eat was berries and edible plant life. Once or twice they'd killed a bird or squirrel or some other small animal.

Because of many tiny tunnels snaking up through the ceiling, they could make a fire in the cave without having to worry about the smoke. This they used for boiling the water to sanitize it, and for the minimal cooking they had to do.

There were a few clever tricks they used in their life on the island. Sierra and Cody hollowed out logs that could be placed underneath the air tunnels in the ceiling when it rained, keeping the cave floor dry and giving them extra water. They'd made a door out of wood and vines for the ground entrance so that no curious dinosaur could get in. Recently, Cameron remembered reading a book on snares, and he taught the skill to Ezekiel. Instantly they had more meat to eat. Besides mammals and birds, they also caught a few Compsognathuses. Dinosaur flesh was actually very flavorful, with a tough feel to it.

All nine (ha-ha, nine!) of them had different ways of passing the time. Noah was obsessed with thinking up an escape plan. He came up with hundreds of different ideas, but none of them were quite plausible enough to work. When he wasn't planning escape, he was planning other things. He even thought up a sure-fire way to get rid of most of the Deinonychuses, but they didn't have the manpower to do it.

Sierra continued to stalk Cody, but it was much easier now that they were stuck together in such a small space. For the most part he'd actually grown to like her. Maybe not quite the way he'd liked Gwen, but still as a little more than a friend. There were a few times when she crossed the line, however. She continued to tickle his feet in his sleep and kiss him forcibly. He freaked out every time, as usual. One day she even tried to remove her bra in front of him. The perverted side of him was happy for half a second, and then he remembered it was Sierra and screamed.

Tyler and Ezekiel became best friends. After all, they had a whole lot of stupidity in common. The two of them would chat for hours about sports, Canada, Total Drama, chocolate milk, video games, and all the other subjects their brains could comprehend, which weren't many. The jock also introduced Zeke to exercise in the form of push-ups, sit-ups, and crunches. The prairie boy quickly became better at them than him. After all, that's not exactly a hard thing to do, even with the lack of strength of an Ezekiel taken into account.

Zoey and Cameron also stayed friends. The bubble boy helped her through the tough time after Mike's death. At first, she was a shell of her former self. But as the weeks went by, she recovered. Still, Mike would always hold a special place in her heart.

The short teen wasn't exactly happy about his friend's demise either. But he had to stay strong. He was the weakest member of the group, even more so than Tyler. He had no special abilities like Dawn or Ezekiel (who apparently was too insane for the Deinonychuses to kill). In many ways, he was the weakest link in the chain. He had to improve his performance. He did have one useful skill, though, and that was his knowledge. He knew which dinosaurs were what and what threats they posed, which plants were edible, how to treat injuries, and many other things that he thought he'd never have to apply to real life.

Courtney was more emotionally unstable now that she didn't have to play the role of leader. She blamed herself for the deaths of Katie and Bridgette. Somewhere in her mind she knew it wasn't her fault, but she felt the need for survivor's guilt, more so than the others. So many others had perished around her, and yet she'd survived. Why? Why them and not her? It was all made much worse by the fact that they hadn't survived yet. Not really. Yes, they were alive and in no imminent danger, but it was only a question of when they died, not if they died. The only possible chance the TD crew had was to get the hell off Isla Sorna. Sadly, that seemed a little impossible at the moment.

Dawn talked little with the others and seemed to be always meditating, sleeping, or simply staring into space. What had thrown her off wasn't all the deaths. She sensed death even in the normal world. Of humans, animals, plants. Even of concepts, ideas, things that never came to be. It was a sad fact, but at least it was normal. But here, the animal life detested her. In all her seventeen years, she's never seen an animal that wasn't a beautiful, moral, friendly creature at heart, no matter what its exterior might be like. The same wasn't true here. Here only one word came to mind. Evil.

Worse of all, she sensed something bad coming. Something worse than anything that had happened so far. She knew it would happen. She knew it would happen soon. If only she knew how to stop it.

~~~~~/-\~~~~~

It was the night after Owen's search party had arrived. Owen and the rest, minus Trent, were currently very near to the cave, but those residing within weren't aware of that.

The night was pitch black. You couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The survivors hadn't been able to gather firewood that day, and as their log piles were outside where none dared to venture at night, there was no fire. They were in the larger room near the cave entrance that dropped off a short cliff, and they could just make out outside, as dark as it was.

It was raining. Not terribly hard, but still consistent and chilling. Every once in a while thunder would crackle through the sky, or a bolt of lightning would light up everything for a brief second.

"Kinda creepy, isn't it?" asked Cody, attempting to break the monotony.

"It's overwhelming!" exclaimed Sierra. "I'm scared Codykins. Come cuddle with me."

"Uh, maybe later."

"Cody's right though," said Cameron. "A night like this is fun when you're in your nice, safe, warm bed at home. But here? It's scary as hell."

"Scary as hell, maybe," began Noah, "but not quite as scary as a dinosaur."

Tyler chuckled a little, and then everything faded to silence once again. The only thing to be heard was the dull pounding of the rain. On the ground. On the leaves. On the rock. It all sounded the same.

Zoey stared absentmindedly at one of the rain-water collecting logs. It already had a decent pool of water inside. Suddenly, that pool shook. It vibrated just a little, and she could've sworn she heard a far-off thump. Then it happened again. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. A little louder and more noticeable each time. Every time, the water vibrated. It happened rhythmically, maybe once every other second. It took the Indie Chick a little while to realize what it was.

By this time, most of the others had noticed it too. "What's that?" asked Ezekiel nervously.

Zoey answered with the one word he dreaded hearing. "Footsteps."

A huge rumble of thunder exploded around them, making all of them jump. The flash of lightning followed immediately, letting them see each other's terrified faces. Then they heard it again. Thump. Not only was it louder, it was loud in general. Whatever it was, it was getting close.

Nine pairs of eyes scanned the jungle outside, looking for any movement, holding their breath. Some plants waved back and forth, and their gazes all darted towards the sight. Emerging from the jungle was the absolute last thing they wanted to see.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The beast turned its large head towards the cave mouth and stared at them with its beady yellow eyes. Then it let out its horrific roar at an eardrum-shattering volume. Everyone shrunk as far back into the cave as they could. Except Dawn.

The nature girl stood up and took a tentative step forward. "What the hell are you doing?" hissed Courtney.

"Our only chance is for me to tame the beast. Otherwise, we all die. I have to try." She took another step, followed by another. Soon she stood on the ledge outside the cave, face to face with the carnivore. It exhaled powerfully, and smoke seemed to come out of its nostrils. "I-I-I'm not afraid of you," stuttered Dawn, obviously lying. "I can t-tell by your aura that you already ate your fill today. Go. L-leave us in peace."

The animal hesitated. Instead of devouring Dawn on the spot, it stood there, staring at her. The Tyrannosaur took a step back. It seemed all was well again. Then the beast gave another roar and bit down.

Suddenly there was a lot less of Dawn standing there.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Dead: Harold, Heather, B, Izzy, Jo, Katie, Bridgette, Mike, DJ, Trent, Dawn

Alive: Noah, Tyler, Cody, Sierra, Zoey, Cameron, Courtney, Ezekiel, Owen, Brick, Gwen, Eva, Lightning, Scott

Dinosaur Species: Stegosaurus, Deinonychus, Ceratosaurus, Kronosaurus, Tyrannosaurus Rex, Compsognathus, Velociraptor, Brachiosaurus, Parasaurolophus, Triceratops, Pteradon

And thus concludes the most epic chapter so far. There are three left to go, and they'll all be continuous climax, continuous action, continuous death, and continuous awesomeness. I leave you with these questions:

What will happen to the other survivors with Dawn dead and the Rex at their door?

Will the survivors meet up with their rescue party?

Who will be picked off next?

And most importantly, how will they get off this godforsaken island?

~TheImpossiblyAwesomeWriter

Next Time: With the T. Rex hot on their heels, the two groups meet up and trek across the island through many dangers towards their final chance of escape.