Prologue: Monsters in the night.
Peter leant forward in his chair, almost till his nose was touching the monitor in front of him, worry wracking every line in his face. Outside, the wind roared, as if it was trying to punch a hole in the brick wall of his office. On the wall to the right of him were about 20 large screens, each showing 12 different camera views, most of which only showed dark foliage. To his right was a massive screen that took up most of the wall, which showed a satellite image of the park. Different collections of letters and numbers (POL02, IGU17, NEO03 and so on) as well as car symbols were moving about on it. There was a table with a coffee machine and a box of biscuits to his left and a door behind him. The ceiling was made of glass so the noise of the rain hitting the roof dominated the room. He was sitting in a wheelie computer chair and would spin frequently between the screens.
Peter Howsel was in his early 40s. His balding brown hair was slowly turning grey and disintergrating. He had a black/grey moustache which he would twirl frequently. He was wearing a smart pink shirt which was messily untucked in at one end. His eyes had not seen a decent sleep in at least a week and so were surrounded by black rings, like some kind of really old panda. He spun round to the larger screen and selected the map and gasped in horror. One of the car symbols had stopped moving in the bottom right compound, right next to PRC02. Pete frantically turned back to one of the monitors. He selected the top left camera screen and enlarged it. All he saw was a pair of limp overalled legs being dragged of into the dense foliage. Suddenly "RANGER TEAM MISSING" appeared in big red letters on the right wall screen. On the map, the car symbol had disapeared and PRC02 was moving up the enclosure towards PRCs 01, 03 and 04, who were clustered around the top fence in the enclosure.
Suddenly, a white flash blasted throughout the room, temporarily blinding him before it immediatly blackening again. Pete began to count in his head but the great rolling boom of the thunder blasted throughout the park less than a second later. It was so powerful it knocked his chair over and left him sprawling on the floor. On the map, a red thunderbolt appeared in the centre of the screen and then all 21 screens and the lamp in the ceiling went dark.
Pete feebly raised himself to his feet and cursed. The thunderbolt must've hit something in the power system, causing it to shut down. He stood there for a minute. The rain had stopped. However, the sound of roaring and crahing resonated through the air. In his trouser pocket his phone buzzed. He took it out and checked his text.
Liam Timson
The Barry and the Venators have escaped. The Bernies may have also done a runner. The power is down. Run for your life.
Pete dashed to the exit of his office. The smell of burning filled the air, but he didn't see any fire. All around him, people were making a mad dash for the emergency shelter. What from, he didn't want to know. A harsh rasping roar came from round the corner. He didn't make any second guesses and ran.
Liam stood at the mouth of the shelter rushing workers and guests down, the roars were getting louder and louder; whatever was after them was coming closer to them. Suddenly he saw Pete dashing down the street away from whatever was behind him. And then, turning the corner, came the Neovenator.
From where he was, Liam could see two of the adults. They were bothe massive (about 8 metres long) lizards, running on their hind legs with their tails straightened out behind them. Their from legs were off the ground, their neck long and their head thin. They rushed at poor old Peter, who was yelling and waving for help. Liam ran forward to try to help but by the time he had exited the shelter, Pete was on his back with one of the Neovenator towering above him, it's head cocked in interest. The next second, his arm was in the Neovenators mouth and he was screaming in pain and terror. Liam turned away, not wanting to see his friend in such pain.