Chapter. 4

Pasado Guianea - 9:30 AM

The past night seemed to last forever to Nick, he was glad it was finally morning where he could enjoy the more secure daylight. And even though he had slept two hours more than the others, he was still very tired.

When he stepped out of his tent he found Jim waiting for him. "Have a good nights sleep Mr. Ward?" Jim greeted him cheerfully, apparently his nerves had quieted down, however this was not the case for Nick.

"Unfortunately no"

"Well, neither did I, I'm not so used to sleeping on solid ground."

"Don't worry, eventually we'll build some more home away from home shelters soon." Nick said as he began walking through the camp site with Jim along side him.

"Who is she?" Jim stopped walking and pointed toward a woman talking to one of the workers.

"One of rare female companions" Nick gave a little laugh.

"Oh great, just what we need, a nagging woman in on this project."

"Get used to her, she going to be with us a while." Nick said as he put on a pair of sunglasses.

"Hopefully I wont have to work more than 2 weeks on this project" Jim paused "Just another thing we need, a storm."

"What did you say?" Nick stopped and turn around facing Jim.

"I said I hope they send me home after 2 weeks."

"No, what did you say after that?" Nick asked seriously.

"It sounds like we're gonna have a storm, I heard thunder."

Nick look nervously at the clear sky, he had heard it as well. "That's not thunder!" As he rushed in panic "Listen up people! We're moving out of here!"

"What, What's going on here?" One of the workers asked in confusion.

"That!" Nick pointed toward a flock of bird wildly flying out of the surrounding forest.

A spine tingling roar filled the air along with the sound of panic. "Head for the trees" Nick shouted above everything else. His nightmare had come true, the lives of 55 workers including himself where in extreme danger. Nick glanced back getting his first look at the terrifying Tyrannosaurus coming out into the grass valley where they where camped, several screams of death came from its direction. (Run) was the only word that Nick thought of as he entered the trees along with the other workers.

The chase seemed to last for hours till Nick felt he could not move his legs and longer and ducked low under brush.

"Joey!" Nick shouted to his passing friend, beckoning him under the brush with him. "Our best chance is probably to hide low."

"I can't believe this" Joey said with a sound of terror in his voice "Where did that come from?"

"That's not the question" Nick responded "Why where we sent to this suicide island in the first place?"

"Good idea, stay low." A dark haired woman joined them under the brush. She seemed surprisingly under control, as if this was one of those every day mishaps.

"I think we outsmarted our lizard friend." Nick broke the silence, as he listened intently for any sign of the T. Rex. The only sound was that of a small stream of water. "I guess we better stay low till we're sure the danger has passed."