Here's something i wrote for fun. I'm not sure how long it'll be but i'll try to keep chapters short so i don't lose interest. Also disregard the title, i just couldn't think of anything better at the time.
The moonlit jungle whistled with anticipation then grew silent.
A low hooting call introduced a dilophosaur and its sister to the clearing, together they trampled around soft grass circling the lone rotting log in the center covered with moss. The stillness of the night was broken by a powerful roar from the visitor's center surprising the mammoth beasts and they lift their heads up and away from the ground. Their prey took quick advantage of this distraction and scrambled out of the log and into the undergrowth hoping for a clean geataway, but his footsteps landed too heavy to go unnoticed. As soon as one of the dilo's noticed the noise it snarled and chased the dark shape into the jungle with its partner following close behind.
Breathing heavily the young man pumped his arms harder than he ever had before. This wasn't his first run in with the twins but now they were in hot pursuit. What made matters worse was the cut on his head he suffered recently, the smell of blood was on him and no matter how many times he tried to wash it off even he could tell it was still fresh. Speaking of which he unraveled the canteen and threw it over his shoulder. Not shortly after he heard the muffled crunch of canvas wrapped plastic and hoped it at least slowed one of them. His shoulder pack bounced repeatedly against his waist and he wondered just how much it was weighing him down. He tightened his grip on the shotgun as he fumbled with the buckle across his chest.
Suddenly the ground disappeared from under him and he went flying into darkness. When he landed his hand caught him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him, the shock forced him to open his hand and he heard the shotgun tumble away. He only rolled over twice before he came to a stop with his legs half submerged in a stream. His arms were weak but he forced them to pick him up, a warm gush of blood down his cheek proved his bandaging had come loose. Panic nearly consumed him as he heard the beasts' long heavy strides catching up to him but managed to keep calm when he saw the 10 foot near vertical embankment he had fallen down.
'That'll give me a few more seconds' he thought.
He strained his eyes in the dark hoping to catch sight of the orange fluorescent safety belt he fashioned into a sling for his weapon but found nothing. The creatures announced their arrival with another series of hoots as they stopped just short of the edge. The dilophosaurs large crested heads towered over the ferns and bushes that lined the embankment, their eyes glowed and glinted in the moonlight as they swung them back and forth on thick powerful necks in a slow deliberate sweep. The ranger had hidden himself behind the trunk of a nearby conifer and peered through the leaves carefully planning his next move. He tried to keep his head straight despite his heart trying to beat out all other thoughts besides RUN. He felt the blood drip onto his shoulder and he knew he didn't have the luxury to sneak off. He could try to get the flare gun out of his pack but the zipper would make too much noise and give him away. His boots, caked with mud, threatened to slip out from under him as their rubbery grip on the rocks loosened. His hand subconsciously fingered the stones but that was a trick from the movies that wouldn't work again. He had thrown so many rocks into the bushes before that the monsters no longer fell for it. They had learned their lesson.
"HOOOOoooooooot" Went the biggest of the two sounding almost pleadingly to call him out. The smart one stamped his feet and peered downward. Time was running out, he knew that look, it was building up courage. Gritting his teeth he decided to chance the flare gun and twisted his body to keep as little of his silhouette from showing as possible. Then he saw it, the familiar orange band sticking out of the stream just a few yards away. He heard the smart one growl softly and looked back in time to see him stretch out its leg over the slippery mud and then pull it away. It barked sharply and for a moment he thought perhaps he would be okay hiding. It didn't work out that way as it tried it a second time and lost its footing tumbling swiftly down the embankment landing where he had earlier.
The other dilo hooted with concern as its sister started kicking to find the ground. In a moment both he and the dilophosaur exchanged a curious look before its snarling smile snapped him back to reality and he ran back to the stream and picked up the gun. He heard the creature thump its feet and knew it was now or never. He turned around, ducked quickly into the mud, caught a glimpse of the flying sludge, then landing on his back he took aim quick and fired.
The boom was deafening.