Disclaimer: This is more of an AU or a... hypothetical, it will reference but does not adhere to either canon of what brought on the fall of Site B in either the books or the films.


Part I: The Lab

Stark white walls stared down at him as he walked, silently judging the brown-haired man as he wiped his nose with his hand. The walls were tall- easily more than twenty feet high in some places, such as these hallways for example. The man always hated walking through them, in spite of the fact that he knew full well that there were no windows here, he always felt as though he was being watched when he passed through here. He'd long since started joking to himself that it was the walls themselves which he feared, that despite being so large and freeing, they felt cripplingly oppressive.

Of course, that wasn't the real reason.

In reality, his instincts were probably reacting to them outside. His prizes, the most intelligent predators to ever exist. He smiled just thinking about them, managing to push away his sickness for just a moment. Their speed, their grace! Nothing like those rotten things his colleagues had cooked up. Even Hammond hated those- tried to have them destroyed on Site A last he'd heard. 'Sorkin probably had a meltdown about that.' He thought derisively, sniffing loudly before rubbing his nose again, clearing away mucus that quickly replaced itself. Disgust crossed his face at his actions and silently he wished he'd brought along a handkerchief.

He pushed thoughts of those beasts out of his mind and focused on his babies again, allowing a small smile to form on his face. They were outside now, he could just about hear their calls, chittering amongst themselves- talking or playing? That was something they were still looking into. It was hard without windows and a very limited selection of camera footage. Smart birds had figured out that glass could be shattered some few months ago, a horrifying prospect, and now they'd realized that cameras let their creators watch them and avoided the things like the plague as a result. 'If drone technology was just a few more years farther along...' He thought, a sigh escaping his lips as he did. It wasn't to be, not for a while at least.

The building rumbled. For a moment, the man froze dead in his place, his heart thundering in his chest as he snapped to look over at the other wall. That wall, that side of the facility... Didn't hold his babies. It held... Something a lot more terrifying, under the right circumstances. More than sixteen feet tall, and twice as long... And only a juvenile at that, the thing they kept on that side was by far his least favorite part of the island. Hammond had wanted it made, of course. "Give the parents a few nightmares!" He'd said. "And kids will love it! Its bigger than the T-Rex, you know." Yeah, he knew. He knew all too well. But there were no further rumbles from the facility and the man sighed.

'Just the storm.' He thought, resuming his walk. It wasn't unreasonable for him to assume that creature was attacking the facility again. It had done it just the other night in one of the other hallways making up its cage. Woke everyone up, had the head of security- Alva- threatening to put it down with live arms fire until they managed to hit it with the cattle prods. Lost two guys in that brilliant move. Frankly, he would have let her put it down. It could hardly be considered historically accurate. It was a monster.

Ah, but the storm. His mind turned towards that, and he picked up the pace, eager to get going. Apparently Hurricane Clarissa was on her way. Although it was supposedly going to swing north, hit Florida and miss La Cinque Muerte- the "Five Deaths" island chain, of which Isla Sorna was apart- entirely, it seemed like Clarissa had her own plans and was now set to hit Site A and B fairly hard. Not hard enough to evacuate, not here at least. Site A was supposedly on a tourist venture- they'd get to evacuate. He and his colleagues on the other hand... Well, most of the science team had evacuated, but Hammond was adamant about keeping a skeleton crew on just in case something went wrong with the animals. 'Yeah.' He thought snidely. 'Two scientists, a vet, one engineer and the chief of security can definitely keep the place up and running if they got out.' He glanced towards the other side, back towards his darlings. He smiled, but it wasn't pleasant like before. He loved the creatures he'd made, but the man knew better.
A tamed lion was only tame so long as you kept your hand out of the cage.

He neared the exit to this impossibly long hallway at last, coming to a stop in front of a pair of metal security doors. Under normal circumstances, two guards would be standing here, ready to hit the panic button at any time. And they would usually bother him about his ID. But today, the only one working was Alva, who was nowhere to be seen. He bypassed the check-in station and rapped his knuckles onto the door three times, annoyed that he even had to go through with this.

He wasn't sure how he'd managed it, but somehow he'd caught a cold despite the island having an average temperature of ninety degrees. He suspected it had to do with these damn hallways. Due to the sheer scale of them, built like this in order to facilitate not only the transport of assets from one place to another but also to hold certain assets in the facility- their cages were connected to the main lab, made it easier to study them, unlike the herbivores - which meant that they couldn't air condition it properly. Which meant that there was a lot of passing from a burning hot zone to a chilly comfortable one. Which of course wasn't very good for the body.

And so, he'd caught a cold.

His name was Martin Foreman, he was thirty-two years old, and he was going to ask his boss to let him stay in bed for the rest of the day because of a common cold.

It was incredibly embarrassing if he was honest, but he'd eventually convinced himself to go through with it. After all, it wasn't like there was going to be much more work to be done today anyway. Even if they weren't evacuating, running the lab on a skeleton crew was a fool's notion and, since he was sick, he posed a threat to the lab's sterility. That was ignoring the fact that he'd been in the lab earlier that day anyway, trying to look in on his prizes so he knew what they were up to.

Eventually the stainless-steel door in front of him opened up, electronic locks whirring and clicking for a moment before a woman a bit older than him stepped into the door frame with her arms crossed. She was tall, light-haired and well-muscled, so much so that Martin could see her biceps beneath her company mandated InGen jacket. Instinctively he straightened up, trying to look somewhat presentable for the woman in front of him. It was a secret that he had a little crush on her, and that wasn't even mentioning that Alva was incredibly intimidating.

Her glare sent a shiver down his spine, one of both primal terror and another, more chest-tightening feeling, the kind that befitted a teenager more than it did a grown man. Causing his heart to pound rebelliously against him. Nonetheless, he managed to push that feeling down as the woman spoke up. It was silly of him to feel this way anyway-

"What?" Alva asked. She had a thick Russian accent and a husky voice as a result of her upbringing in the Soviet Union, one that struck that feeling into his chest again, causing his heart to beat in his ears. "Is there a problem, Doctor Foreman?" In spite of her tone, she cocked her head slightly, a look of care coming over her face. Her eyes stared into his, and for a moment he had to pull himself out of them. He'd always loved her eyes the most. They were a sparkling, lovely blue. He could simply melt into them some nights, completely forgetting all about the rest of the world.

"Not at all, Ms. Zakharova, I was just wondering if it would be alright for me to retire to the bedrooms for the evening, I'm sick you see and- well, I figured that there wouldn't be any work done today-" He chuckled nervously. Even though she wasn't a scientist, due to the current circumstances she was the person in charge of keeping the place up and running while the hurricane was raging, making her his boss for the time being. "On account of the- well, uh, the hurricane."

Alva regarded the man for a moment before cracking a smirk. "You are not the first person to resign from being on the "skeleton crew", Mateo and Doctor Young have already done so, I suppose this leaves Doctor Guitierez in the lab by himself?" She asked, taking on a slightly more formal tone with the man. It wouldn't be incorrect to say that he had been trying to "make his move" as it were for a few weeks now, and though he doubted that she found him particularly attractive- an average looking thirty-two-year-old with a nerd's swept over haircut and barely any athleticism to his name was hardly the type for a weightlifter like her- she did seem to find him kind of cute, and he considered himself to be mildly attractive. The result of this was the pair taking on a more formal relationship when they felt it was safe to do so, although that didn't stop Martin from becoming flustered whenever she looked his way, nor her from referring to him as Doctor Foreman. Although he suspected that had something more to do with her upbringing than it did any desire to leave things between them as purely formal.

"Yes, Emilio is still in the lab working on the newest genome." He answered, slipping into a more comfortable tone of his own, albeit one still begrudging her the right amount of respect. Although, he'd prefer they were discussing anything or anyone other than Emilio.

Emilio Guitierez was a younger man of around twenty-seven, hailing from Mexico, the man had graduated from Harvard Science a few years prior, something that put him at odds with Martin, who himself had come from M.I.T. Of course, a silly school rivalry was hardly the reason he detested Guitierez, and it had nothing to do with his race either. No, Martin disliked him for two strong reasons. On the one hand, he was a braggart and hardly, if ever, shut up about his accomplishments for the company, something that Martin had long since come to detest from his colleagues. On the other, he had been given the reins to the facility following Doctor Wu's transfer to the main facility on Site A to oversee the creation of new assets on the Park itself. A position that Martin had been up for before this young upstart from Harvard arrived, and a spot of contention for him.

It also didn't help that, since he was younger, he remained a threat to Martin's chances with Alva if he so chose to be. So far, he hadn't, but jealousy had its way with Martin and always had ever since he was younger. He couldn't help it, something in his past must have resulted in that particular insecurity.

"A new genome?" The woman asked, perking up a little. "Which one?"

Martin chuckled a little, adjusting his glasses before answering. "A Mosasaur."

At this, Alva's eyes widened. "Isn't that an underwater creature? Where would you have even gotten DNA for something like that?" She asked, genuine interest crossing her face. Martin smiled wider, eager to answer her.

"Its actually rather interesting, Hammond sent it over a few days ago. Apparently, the mosquito bit into one that had washed ashore, or so he claims." The reality was that Martin himself wasn't all that certain about how Hammond had gotten his hand on aquatic DNA. There was talk of a Tylosaurus genome a few years back, although he didn't hear much about that outside of some rumors.

"Amazing, in just a few short years you've gone from Dinosaurs to things that used to give me nightmares." The woman chuckles again, shaking her head softly. "Still do, now that I think about it." She adds, lowering her guard just a bit more. It was a slow process, but gradually they had been growing closer and closer over the years.

It was true, in only fifteen years of research (much of which he, sadly, hadn't been present for) they had managed to clone several species of dinosaur- from Velociraptor like his prizes to even the mighty Tyrannosaur like John Hammond's prized attraction to even a few herbivore species like Triceratops and Gallimimus! And now they had reached a point in time where even flying and underwater reptiles were being brought to life. They had already done the former, there was an entire birdcage full of Pteranodons just east of here. And now they had moved on to the latter. He could only imagine what it would be like, bringing back underwater beasts as well...

Martin went to respond, but a twitch in his nose halted him. A chill surged through his chest for a moment as he quickly came to understand what was going on. Thinking quickly, the man pulled his arm over his face and prayed to whatever god there was that this wouldn't be a bad one. The twitching built in his nose; it was like a hundred ants had all unanimously decided that there was where they intended on building their new nest- in his sinuses. Seconds felt like minutes as the man gasped for air-

"Ah-choo!" Came his cry, and almost immediately he felt a sense of relief overcome him. Not only had the ants vanished, but his prayers had gone answered. The buildup of mucus was bad, but not enough to turn disgusting. Not yet at least.
Still, this poses a new problem. It wasn't like he could clean his nose and mouth off here, not with her nearby!

Tilting his head down as to avoid letting his shame be seen, he sniffed a deep sickening rumble before speaking. "Its really quite fascinating, but what I really came here for-"

"I see now why you decided to retire early, Doctor." The woman waved her hand and with that waved away his concerns. "You can come in. And maybe go see Doctor Young for some medication. She might only be a Veterinarian but there should be some medicine in the cabinet for you..." The woman trailed off and stepped away from the door to let him through, and he looked up to find a slightly annoyed expression on her face. "Or there had better be at least."

Martin shuffled past her, understanding her irritation. She had argued with Hammond for what must have been days over the phone a few months ago during the winter, pleading with him to get the people here medicine. As it would turn out, an outbreak of the Flu on an isolated island with no medication was much closer to a death sentence than Martin would have liked. Plus, there was the chance of infecting the dinosaurs with the disease which could corrupt the entire second batch! In the end Hammond had relented, and Alva had demanded enough to be kept in stock. Whether or not that had happened... Well he'd have to find out.

He stepped past her and waved goodbye as he did, not wanting to have to face her with his face like it was. He wasted no time in rounding the corner and heading towards Doctor Young...


Part II: The Doctor

Doctor Young was cuter Korean girl of around twenty-two. By far the youngest person on Isla Sorna barring maybe a few visitors, Young had felt the need to harden herself- a way of proving that despite her age and gender she was just as good as her older male colleagues, leading to her short and cold demeanor towards most of the science staff. Aside, of course, from Martin. Seo-Jun Young had short brown hair that she kept in tight knit ponytail and dark eyes that seemed to almost glimmer in certain lighting. She was also significantly shorter than most of the people in the facility, which most found to be incredibly comical- especially when she would stand next to Alva, who absolutely towered over her.

It was also a small secret that she was a lesbian, something revealed to him in confidence one night while they were on their off time. He and Seo-Jun had managed to strike up something of a bond since she had arrived on the island a few short years ago. Mostly because each of them had two things in common: A bone to pick with Guitierez and an attraction to Alva. In the end, she had relented on the second front when he confessed his own interest in the Russian-born woman, mostly because Young wasn't sure how coming out as a lesbian would go over with the former-Soviet. A completely fair assessment, given the Aids crisis only a few short years prior. Martin had refused to allow himself to be swept up in mass hysteria regarding the disease and was more sympathetic towards the homosexual community, however others on the Island were far less likely to be so compassionate. Even though she didn't have it.
Their hatred for Emilio on the other hand, that had been what had really bonded the pair. His arrogance and pride extended not just to his work, but also towards his romantic and sexual pursuits. Unable to reveal her sexuality for fear of being fired over it, Seo-Jun had suffered endless proposals by the man over the course of her entire first year of working. Martin had taken it upon himself to step in at certain key moments. At the time it was merely to get back at Emilio, but now he does it because he's aware of how it makes the poor girl feel.

Although only a veterinarian, Young could fill in for a doctor when the need arose. Thus, when Martin came in and asked for a bit of medicine for his cold, the woman was quick to provide him with what little Tylenol they had left following the flu outbreak of the previous year. He thumbed the bottle over in his hand, frowning. He'd always hated this stuff; it knocked him unconscious almost immediately after taking it. 'Well.' He thought, unscrewing the cap with a shrug of his shoulders. 'Its not like I'll need to be awake for the rest of the day anyway. And if anything goes wrong with the facility, the alarms will probably wake me up.' And with that consideration made, he pulled two pills from the bottle and tossed them into his mouth before extending his free hand to accept a cup of water from Doctor Young, who offered him a pleasant look.

"Some skeleton crew we are." She chuckled. "Two scientists, hardly a doctor and only one maintenance man-"

He finished his gulp and cut her off, letting out a small chuckle of his own. "Hardly what one would call qualified to run this place." He agreed, and Young chuckled back before a wry smile came over her face.

"I don't know, I heard rumors that Hammond's main facility can run with only five people for days." She pointed out. "Maybe our control room is set up the same way."

Martin hummed in thought for a moment, considering it. "Its doubtful. Didn't he fly out some bigshot code-writer to make that happen?" Martin had never understood computers very well. He understood their value, he didn't hate them like some other people might, he simply didn't understand how they worked. He found it all too complex. But when he thought about it, what really was genetic research than simply coding a living being? It followed the same principals, only instead of ones and zeroes it took Gs and As and TTs. What really were they but ones and zeroes on a grander scale?

Before he could consider his line of thinking more, a knock came at the door and an accented voice came through. "Doctor Young?" The man asked, peering his head inside. "May I enter?"

Mateo was a taller man of Chilean descent, although he had lived all his life in Costa Rica. His skin was an older leathery-brown, long since sun-kissed from years living near the equator, and he had slick black hair matted with grease and sweat from working in the power plant all day. His green InGen brand overalls clung to his wiry frame tightly and were equally stained with black smudges from his work inside the power plant.

"Of course Mateo, what do you need?" Asked the woman pleasantly.

Mateo was a man of around forty, and though he didn't speak English as well as most people who worked on Sorna, Martin had never thought him to be stupid. In fact, he was incredibly intelligent. Not only was he one of the best engineers in the whole of South and Central America, but the man carried himself with the same kind of poise that a philosopher might. He was strong, silent- introspective. On more than one occasion, the two men had ethical debates regarding the experiments being conducted here, whether or not it was right for them to be playing God. Martin wasn't a big believer in the idea of God while Mateo was devoutly Catholic, as one might imagine, their debates quickly sparked into heated arguments. In spite of his religion though, he worked for InGen and helped them keep the facility running. Even though he found the idea of playing God abhorrent, the man's natural curiosity kept him here, a "Desire to see what God had made before man" as he had once put it.

Of course, this had also led him to be close friends with Martin as, even though he was ethically and morally opposed to recreating the dinosaur, he was far more opposed to what Guitierez had cooked up in that lab of his. La Diablo was what he had taken to calling it. Less of a dinosaur and more of a monster, a mistaken mish-mash of DNA meant to reconstruct a real animal... And Mateo's ultimate proof that they should stop playing at being God, lest they create their own Satan.
Even though Martin didn't believe wholesale in a deity, he did agree with that sentiment. Guitierez's prize... It was unholy, even compared to the Velociraptor... Even compared to the Troodon.

"Actually." Mateo said, gesturing towards Martin. "I wished to speak to Senior Foreman." He looked between them both as he stepped into the room, shivering slightly from the cold and wet. It was then that Martin realized- his hair. It wasn't matted with grease; it was soaked with water! It only made sense; the man had to have just come from the power plant outside. Mateo sniffed loudly before managing to speak, his own nose running. "La Dinosaurio, El raptors and La Diablo, are they going to be brought inside for the storm?" He asked, a twitch of worry in his voice.

"Its not like you to worry about them, Mateo. Is something wrong?" Martin asked, looking over towards his friend.

Mateo quickly shook his head. "No, no Senior. Just concerned, the power station is having issues. We'll have to bring them in now if we want them to be safe in the hurricane." He explained with a gentle wave of his hand.

The facility had been built with a certain feature in mind. The twenty-foot-high walls which created the walkway that Martin had come through earlier had been created to hold in new animals or ones that the scientists wanted to study, such as his Velociraptors or Guitierez's beast, keeping them close to the facility. Those two had been kept longer than the others had been though, most because they didn't want them getting loose onto the island and into general population. There were concerns about the latter's aggression, they were worried it would overhunt the other animals to extinction. The raptors provided an entirely different problem- they were far too intelligent. If allowed out of their pen, it would only be a matter of time before they broke into the facility. Though there was also the fact that they wanted to study the animals. Raptors in particular, although Guiterez's monstrocity was a point of interest for some of the men. Due to the special circumstances of the animals' cages, each one was designed to allow them to take shelter among the humans in the event of bad weather, unlike the other animals across the island who would need to find their own ways to survive. Thus, the walls were able to open up, creating a steel "cave" that the dinosaurs could safely be contained under, their natural instincts driving them to seek shelter from the storm. They would then be kept out of the main facilities by the heavy steel doors and electronic locks. Even if the power went out, the dinosaurs would be unable to get in, they'd be trapped until the power could be reactivated and they could be handled.

"Once Doctor Guiterez arrives back from the lab Al- Ahem, Ms. Zakharova will bring in the Raptors and then the... Spinosaurus." Martin explained, trailing off about that particular monster. Calling it a Spinosaurus seemed plain wrong to Martin. It hardly resembled the original animal at all. "There isn't much else we can do about the other animals, but I'm sure they'll find a way to survive." The other animals had been released from these specialized "study cages" in an effort to study how they acted when let out into the wild and allowed to mix with one another, so far results had proved promising, and more information was being gathered every day. The unfortunate side effect of this was that there was nothing that could be done for them about the storm, they'd have to find their own way.

At this, Mateo relaxed a bit more, although he still looked tense. "I hope he finishes soon. I do not know how well the power station will hold up in this storm."

Martin paused, eyes narrowing for a moment. There was something he wanted to ask about that, but he found his mind growing cloudier by the moment. 'Perhaps popping those pills like a junkie wasn't my best thought...' He considered to himself, trying to remember what it was he wanted to ask. It had something to do with what Mateo had said- Martin was sure of that much at least. But at the last second, he had blanked entirely on what he was going to say. As if his mind was trying to pull his thoughts from a dense fog.

Eventually, it came back to him. What he'd wanted to ask. Yawning, the man finally managed his question. "You think- awn- you think the facility will have problems?"

"Possibly." The man shrugged. "We have the emergency power just in case, but that won't be able to power the storm shelters, la Raptors could get trapped." He didn't mention the Spinosaurus.

Martin shrugged. "I'm sure it will be fine-" He yawned again. "-Mateo..." He shook himself back awake before offering the man a smile. "Now, if you'll both excuse me. I'm going to go lay down..."

Mateo nodded and moved out of Martin's way as he headed back towards the bunk rooms, eager to finally get some well-needed rest.


Part III: The Storm

Martin opened his eyes to an inky black room. Around him, the white noise of rapid wind whipped around him- a sound not unlike the roars of an animal, or the scream of a man. The most startling thing about it was how loud it was. It was as if a window had been opened or a wall had been knocked over. But he knew that wasn't true, it was still quite muffled, the heavy concrete and metal that made up the building was holding up still, keeping the storm... And anything else, out.

He lifted his arm to his face and glanced at his watch, reading the time. 'Twelve A.M.' He thought to himself before letting out a small chuckle. "Five hours..." Which meant that he still had another three hours before he was fully rested. Lowering his hand, he laid back in his bed and shut his eyes.

He laid there like that for a moment. And then another and another, trying to lull himself to sleep. He listened to the wind whipping outside and the rain pitter-pattering against the roof, trying to drown himself in peaceful white noise... But sleep evaded him. Eventually, Martin rolled onto the side facing the wall and leaned against the cool wall surface, trying to get comfortable. Like that he laid for only a moment before his body compelled him to toss to the other side. And when he did that, the blanket was snagged somewhere beneath him and his foot was pulled out of the warm cloth and into the freezing air of the room.

Annoyed, Martin's eyes snapped open and he sat up to pull the blanket free and try to get comfortable again... But he paused. As he sat up, Martin looked out towards the door... And saw a small red light blinking on the ceiling. It was an emergency light. His mind, still groggy, fumbled with an explanation for it. 'Why is the emergency light on?' He questioned himself, eyebrows folding in an effort to understand. 'Is the power out...?' To answer that question, his eyes drifted down to the doorframe. Usually, the lights would still be on in the main hallway, keeping it lit up in case someone was doing some late-night work so that they could come back to the bunks without fumbling around in the pitch darkness.
And yet, the lights were off.

Indeed, the power was out.

Martin sighed and shrugged his shoulders, freeing his foot before laying back in his bunk. 'If the lights are out, Mateo and Alva will handle it.' He figured, shutting his eyes. His foot no longer pulled into the cold night air and now safely back inside of its warm blanket, he shut his eyes and tried to drift back into sleep.

And like this he sat for what felt like hours desperate to fall back to bed.
Yet... He found himself unable to. He found himself glancing up at the emergency light, waiting for it to turn off. He found himself staring towards the bottom of the door, watching for the power to come back online...

And it never did.

And so, eventually, Martin sat back up and swung his legs over the bed, a sigh on his lips. there would be no more sleep for him tonight, at least not for the moment. He sniffled loudly and rubbed his eyes before his nose- it seemed like his measly five hours hadn't done much to help him, he was still sick. He stood up and walked over to the pair of jeans he'd tossed onto the ground earlier that night, intending to just wear them again, although he would change his shirt. He stumbled in the dark for a moment before grabbing them off of the ground in front of the door. Under normal circumstances Martin would never have done this, the dorms were usually shared by two to three others- not unlike college dorm rooms- and thus it would have been seen as improper. But since he was completely alone tonight, he'd decided to give in to his inner laziness.

Yet, as he picked up the pair of jeans from the ground, Martin paused...

There was a noise.

It was a tiny, hard to hear sound, something that was just underneath the sound of the roaring wind outside, but it was oddly distinct, as if it were quite loud. Familiar too, a sound that Martin recognized... But he didn't know from where.

Tic-tic, tick-tick-tick. Tic-tic, tick-tick-tick.

It was rhythmic, two ticks, then three, then two, then three. A consistent tapping sound, as if someone was typing on a keyboard but very slowly. Tic-tic, tick-tick-tick.

Martin stepped away from the door, listening as he did. The ticking slowly faded, growing more and more difficult to hear through the muffling of the metal door and the roar of the storm around him. He returned to his bed and pulled on his jeans before fumbling around more in the darkness, walking to his dresser and pulling out a button up shirt which he quickly pulls on.

Now fully dressed, he steps back towards the door and presses his ear up to it. Silence greets him on the other side. He chuckles and shakes his head. It was something outside in the storm tapping against the wall. Or maybe a Compy had broken in, it wouldn't have been the first time after all. Releasing them into the island had been a mistake, but no one had bothered to listen to him when he warned against it.

He pulled open the door and stepped into the pitch-black hallway, quietly shutting the door behind him as to not disturb anyone else who might have been sleeping. The metal doors tended to slam rather heavily and could easily have bothered someone just laying down for the night. Wearing only his socks, the cold concrete floor sent a chill up the man's foot, but he ignored it as he took a step forward and surveyed the area. There were three hallways laid out in front of him. The one directly ahead took him back towards Doctor Young's office and the main hall which led towards the science center. To his right was a dead-end hallway, with a pair of bath and shower rooms attached, one for each gender. To his left was a longer hallway, that turned in a corner. It led towards the kitchen area.

He glanced towards that hallway, considering if he should go make himself a midnight snack. He took another step... And paused. There was an odd sensation beneath his clothed foot, like a grove built into the stone. He twisted his foot along it a few times, rubbing his sole against it, feeling the strange texture of the ground. It was odd, as if someone had carved a small dividend into the ground.

Martin had never felt it before, but he shrugged and wrote it off. Old concrete floors like this one were bound to crack and break with age eventually, and this one had stood for more than a decade. It wasn't unreasonable to assume it had begun to crack.

He moved to head towards the kitchen area again... And then he heard it.

Tic-tic, tick-tick-tick.

Just as earlier, but quieter now, farther away but no longer muffled by the door. It was a sound familiar to Martin. So familiar... He had heard it somewhere else before but he simply could not think of where. It was like an old song; he'd listened to it so many times that he knew the rhythm... And yet he had long since forgotten the lyrics.

Again, the ticking continued. Like a clock, slowly but surely ticking up to midnight and beyond. And Martin knew where it was coming from. Just ahead of where he was facing- the kitchen.

Calmly, Martin turned away from the Kitchen area and backed away. For some reason, checking out a strange sound in the dead of night in the pitch black didn't appeal to him.
Martin was never a particularly paranoid man, but years ago, while he was in college, he remembers seeing one of those Friday the Thirteenth films in theaters with a few of his friends just before finals. Now, standing in the inky darkness and armed only with his fists, he remembers clearly the moment he glared at the screen. When the idiot girl went into the basement, chasing a noise. He wasn't stupid, he knew that, in all reality, it was probably a mouse or even a bird or, hell, the Compsognathus had gotten into the facility again... But every time he thought about following that sound, he flashed back to the moment the girl screamed on the screen just as a blade plunged into her chest.

He wasn't going there, not without a friend at least.

Martin was aware that doctor Young had a horrible habit of sleeping in her clinic, always being "on call" in case the night crew uncovered a sick or injured dinosaur who needed immediate treatment- even if she herself was asleep. He took a step towards her office, not taking his eyes off of the bend that led into the kitchen for a moment longer before turning away from it completely and picking up his pace. As he did, he heard the clicking grow louder for a short instant before vanishing behind the storm again.

Soft footfalls came down on the concrete as he strode towards Young's clinic, keeping his movements muffled for the most part. Something that Martin was thankful for, even if he thought himself silly for it. And it was rather silly, letting himself get scared by some small animal mussing about in the kitchen! He sighed, knowing that Seo-Jun was probably going to scold him for waking her up over this and dragging her across the complex.

As he walked, a twitch came over his nose and the man froze in place, a mixture of terror and worry crossing his eyes as he began to loudly gasp for air, nose twitching. At once, just as earlier, a sneeze erupted from him, one so loud that he could hear it even above the roaring wind. He covered his nose with his arm and quickly rubbed it before glancing behind him, half expecting some horrible beast conjured in his mind's eye to have slunk up as he sneezed. Yet as he peered into the blackness... There was nothing.

A light laugh came from him again, relief flooding his chest. 'Paranoia.' He thought with a shake of his head, continuing on towards Young's office.

Foreman had made it about ten feet away from the door to her clinic when it struck him.
That sound.

It was faster now. The ticking had gone from intermittent, uncertain, taps to rapid, almost excited clicks. That sound, like a clock. Tickticktickticktick-ticktick-tick-tick.

He knew what that sound was. And he froze when he heard it again. Closer than it had been before.

His mouth hung open in mid-breath, his breath now caught in his throat. His hands shook softly as adrenaline flooded into him, causing his heart to begin to beat rapidly.
It took all of his power not to turn around.

He'd heard it before. That sound. Four years ago, when they were all juveniles. When the scientists held them in the lab, and let them run around the nursery area, playing and fighting with each other, socializing.
Learning to hunt.

They would make that sound often when they were hunting or when they were agitated. The sound of a single sickle-toe clacking against hard concrete. The sound they made when they hunted for their meals. Before they became old enough to be put outside.
The sound of a Velociraptor getting ready to kill.

Closer now. It was just behind him. Over the sound of the roaring wind and pounding rain he heard it, its soft breathing. Its growl barely audible over the crashing wind and rain.

Martin had studied these animals for a long time from very far away. He knew how they hunted, how they killed.

And that was why he didn't turn around. Because he knew.
The only reason that one had told him where it was, the only reason it was audible... Was because there was another one somewhere in here.

They hunted in packs. One would distract their prey, keep it from noticing the others until it was too late. The attack would never be from the front.

But from the side.

Martin softly turned his head, looking just enough to see the wall to his left. It wasn't there.
To his right there was the path that led into the rest facilities. A long hallway of pure emptiness and darkness. Martin's stomach dropped.

He couldn't see anything in the dark.

But they? They could see him very well.

Closer.

He could see the beast in his mind's eye. A 3-D model of a Velociraptor, perfectly recreated in the mind of the man who had studied the animals for years. He could see its posture, hunched down with two three-fingered hands spread apart, the fingers curled to allow its claws to point at him. Its eyes, perfectly accounted for darkness, glinting in the low light, seeing him even now. Its lips pulled back in a hideous snarl. Long rows of long since bloodstained teeth shining in the darkness...

They were his prizes. But he knew that the only reason one could study a lion... Was by keeping out of his range.

His head snapped forward and he swallowed, his heart thumped faster, louder now. Seo-Jun's office was ten feet ahead of him. The door was wide open and there was nothing in there. Nothing he could see at least. He couldn't outrun it. Not in a long-distance race.

But in the short term?

Martin's heart thundered in his ears, drowning out the sound of the Raptor behind him and the crushing wind.
He swallowed.

Closer.

He ran.


Part IV: The Shadow of Death

His feet pounded against the ground, thundering in his ears. 'Ten feet!' He thought to himself as his arms pumped and his legs raced across the concrete ground. 'Just ten feet! Please God let me make ten more feet!' He screamed in his mind, his face a horrid fusion of fear and adrenaline, twisted into a hideous look like a man about to burst into tears.

And then he heard it.

A shriek.

That sound.
It was charging him.

Its own feet came down against the concrete, leaving heavy scraping sounds with every lifted foot- god, he could feel its breath on his neck. It tingled, it was as if its teeth had connected already, like at any moment he would drop to the ground and feel a sickening warmth as blood and knives drove into his body. 'God, God! God!' Martin shrieked internally, pumping his arms even faster. His legs burned, but he hardly felt it, focused only on one thing. The door ahead of him.
Escape.

He raced ahead. Ten feet, then eight, then five...

And then it leapt.

It leapt.
God, it leapt!

He knew what happened when they leapt. He could see the victims in his mind. Great beasts pounced upon, once towering monsters of muscle and flesh turned into shrieking helpless animals. Helpless.
Helpless as the claw dug into its body. As the raptor's companions came upon it.
Helpless.

But Martin wasn't helpless. He knew something those great beasts didn't.

He knew what leaping could do.

Immediately, Martin threw his body to the side, still running as he did so. And as he did, his socks slid against the smooth concrete-causing him to stumble and slip against the ground for a moment threatening to topple over... And yet, he managed to stay upright, taking one final leap of his own as the raptor went by him in the air, its orangish brown skin visible, the scent of rotting flesh in its jaws... And roughly, it landed against the wall of the clinic, its miss causing it to yelp in surprise and hatred. But its hatred meant nothing as Martin raced by the monster and into the next room, pulling the door shut behind him with a heavy thud.

The door slammed shut and Martin stumbled away from it just as the Raptor's hideous snarling face shot itself through the small window, snapping its jaws at him! Had he been even a foot closer, his brain case would be between the Raptor's lips. The raptor's snout stuck out between shattered shards of glass and the creature let out a growl of irritation, glaring at him through the window.

Martin stumbled away from the monster, relief flooding his chest. And with it, exhaustion. Martin had never been an active man, even as a small child he much prefered the comfort of books to the contact sports of his peers. A wave of exhaustion came over him and he dropped to the ground on all fours, gasping for air. Every part of him ached, from his legs to his arms.

Yet... He was safe.

The raptor was trapped out there. He was saved by mankind's greatest defence from the elements of nature.
A door.

But then he heard a noise and froze, going stock still. It was a quiet noise, but it was loud enough.
Breathing.

Instantly, a hundred thoughts raced through his mind, trying to rationalize the sound away as being the Raptor outside... Or assuming the more likely option that he wasn't alone in this room.

Martin scrambled to his feet again, swallowing hard and looking around, head swiveling left and right in a desperate effort to find where the noise was. In the low light of the room, he saw nothing. Only chairs and tables, some turned up and others left alone. 'There had been an altercation in here.' Martin realized to growing horror, and his eyes scanned around. 'Please only be one, please, only be one!' He pleaded with Mateo's God, any God that would listen, praying that there weren't more than one Raptor, that this one had been an isolated incident for some reason, anything!

And then the breathing came again, more shallow than before.
And this time, Martin pinpointed it. It was to his right, in the corner.

He turned to face it and saw...

"God." He stumbled towards the figure in the darkness. "God, Mateo!" He said, panic in his voice.

Mateo was in the corner nearby, laying back in a chair. One hand was clasped around his stomach while the other was holding something small and silver. He focused on that item intently, thumbing it over in his fingers, studying it as if it were the only thing in here.

"Senior..." Mateo said, his voice a mix of relief and exhaustion of his own. "I did not expect to see you again tonight... I almost wish you had slept until morning."

"Mateo, what's happened? How did a Raptor get inside? And... And..." He stopped, looking down at the man as he approached. "Good God."

Even in the low light, he could see that Mateo's form was wrong. He was hunched over at an unnatural angle, his spine no longer having the strength to support him. The item in his right hand was clutched now, held onto with such force that his arm shook... And yet his grip was weak and feeble. Lacerations raced up both arms and his neck. But that wasn't the worst part.
In his left hand were his intestines.

Inky darkness coated in sickening red stuck to his arm and hands like clumps. Torn bits of fabric stuck to his wound, like vines growing within a chasm they entered his stomach lining and vanished from view. The only pieces left of his InGen jumpsuit that Martin could see had been transformed into a molten black color, like they'd been soaked in sickening sludge.

Martin averted his eyes from Mateo's hand, feeling a wave of disgust pass through him as he saw the man's innards hanging out of him.

"I'm... Dying." Mateo admitted. And Martin found that his voice wasn't concerned about that fact at all. If anything, he was at peace, if not in horrible pain. "Senora Young told me there wasn't anything she could do." He nodded as Martin came close to him. "Senior Emilio... He tripped me..."
A flash of hate and fury surged through Martin's chest. 'Emilio...' He thought hatefully. "The puta." Mateo finished his thought as Martin came closer-

But Mateo's other hand shot out, holding Martin away from him and shaking his head. "No... No worry about me." He said. "No te preocupes por mi..." He mutters next, shaking his head more, falling back into Spanish. "La rapaz... abre puertas... It opens doors..."

Martin stopped when he heard then and glanced back towards the door. The raptor's face had vanished... And in its place was its arm. It was reaching into the room, trying to grab the handle.

Martin didn't comprehend it, his mouth opened in horror and intrigue, his eyebrows furrowed. "They can open doors?" How could they open doors? It was impossible. Or so they had thought. But they had been wrong, hadn't they? That was why.
He understood now.

The power went out, the raptors were inside, one of them learned how to open the electric door.

But before Martin could consider this further, before he could guess at the implications of an animal learning so fast- this fast...

Mateo spoke again. "Doctor Young... Senora Alva..." He managed to say. "Helped me in here. You need to follow them... They went to la control room..." He looked up at Martin who looked back down towards his friend, simultaneously wanting to comfort him in his final moments... And wanting to watch that door. "It... Still has power... Has its own backup generator... Safest place on Isla Sorna." Mateo let the hand holding his organs in drop and reached for a clip on his belt. Martin moved to stop him but he shrugged his hand off and unhooked the thing he'd been reaching for.

A flashlight.

He turned his palm up and offered it to Martin, and when the man didn't move Mateo spoke. "Take it... ciega al diablo... Blind her when she opens the doors. Like us right?" He offered a weak smile.

Martin gave one back. Mateo was right, reminding Martin of a conversation they'd had over a year ago now. He'd asked how well the raptors could hunt at night, and Martin admitted that they didn't have night vision like other predators did, they saw much better than humans did in the dark, but the reality was...
"Like us." He nodded, taking the flashlight.

As Martin pulled his hand away, Mateo's hand grabbed his. His grip was weak, like Mateo himself was slipping away, leaving behind only pale muscle and ancient bones. His other hand came up and offered Martin the other item he'd been holding.

A crucifix.

Martin shook his head. "I can't, you'll need it more. Alva will call us help and maybe God will give you strength to hold on." He lied, trying to push the icon away. Martin knew that God or no God, Mateo wasn't going to live another hour, and that was without the Velociraptor tearing into him. He just didn't want his friend to be alone in his final moments.

But Mateo shook his head. "Martin..." His voice was weak. "God has already accepted me into His arms. You need it more..." His speech was breathy and fading fast. "I prayed to Him... For you to survive. Take Him with you and be safe. Please. Even if you don't believe in Him, He is here for you."

There was a clicking at the door. The Raptor's claws had finally snaked themselves around the handle and would open it any moment.

Martin accepted it. "Thank you, Mateo."

He nodded in response and took in a loud breath.

Martin rushed towards the door as the raptor pushed it open just a bit. It retracts its arm from the window in excitement at having its prize won and moves to burst through the door, but Martin is faster than it and grabs the handle himself with one hand while flicking the flashlight with the other.

Dazzling light screamed through the darkness and into the beasts face, causing it to rear back in alarm and surprise, clawing at its eyes. Martin rushed by it... And only now understood the folly of this plan.

Raptors rarely hunted alone, and down the hall leading back towards the dorms, three others stood in the inky blackness, much less surprised by the sudden light, although now very aware of him.

But there was no time to rethink his actions now. Martin rushed the beast in front of him and shoved past it, clutching tightly onto Mateo's crucifix as he did. 'If God is real,' he thought, 'Now would be the time.'

He hit the floor of the hallway fast and made a sharp turn, running towards what was now his left- towards the electronic door. He had taken three steps when he heard a sudden shout from behind him.

"Hey! La Diablos!" Mateo managed out, and all of them looked back. Martin's eyes were the only ones which were wide. He almost skidded to a stop, but Mateo shook his head sharply.
He was standing in the doorway, leaned against the side. " ¡AUNQUE CAMINE POR EL VALLE DE LA SOMBRA DE LA MUERTE, NO TEMERÁ NINGÚN MAL, PORQUE TÚ ESTARÁS CONMIGO!" He screamed.

Martin turned away as the nearest Velociraptor let out its own screech.
Three more followed it as Mateo fell silent.


Part V: Revelations.

Martin slammed the metal door shut behind him, but was painfully aware that it wouldn't hold them, not indefinitely. Not now that the locks were off... Not now that they could open doors.

He sprinted forward, racing his way across the impossibly long hallway towards the other open door, his feet making heavy footfalls onto the hard concrete ground, which had become scratched up in much the same way as the floor inside had been. The raptors must have been outside for a fairly long time before this... How did they even guess the power was out? Well, he supposed they could have noticed that once the main lights shut off the emergency blood lights had come online. Indeed, though the recreational zones didn't come equipped with those ("Its not in the budget! Hammond spared no expense on Site A but here...") He hissed at that particular memory... Anyway, these hallways were equipped with large emergency blood-colored lights, mostly because they were made to hold potentially dangerous animals. The only other place that had such features was the entrance... And likely the control room.

But even the lights didn't explain it completely. Why would the raptors assume the doors were openable now that the colors had changed? Martin forced that thought out of his mind and sprinted harder, fueled even more by adrenaline than before now. He raced towards the open door, which was banging against the wall loudly, clanging against it wildly as if it were...

He stopped a few feet from the door, his face scrunched up.

As if it were being blown by the wind.

A sharp breeze pushed past him. His tired legs unable to keep up, Martin is sent to the floor. He breathes heavily for a moment, but grimaces. His worst fears have been confirmed.
There's a hole in the main building somewhere, and Clarissa is abusing it to her hearts content. He could only hope that no other dinosaurs had made themselves at home.

He managed to his feet and spared a glance behind him.
The door was open.

Martin's eyes widened in terror and he scrambled to the other door, grabbing it and pulling it with all his might as a Velociraptor stepped into the once pristine white corridor. It saw him and let out a low hiss before taking a step. Two more raptors poked their heads out as well, forcing their way past the one in front.

Martin breathed heavily, his limbs absolutely ached and he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take... But he grit his teeth and planted his feet against the doorframes of the heavy metal door. Still gripping the handle, he pulled his entire weight behind him as the Raptor began its charge, a scream of frustration releasing from it.
And Martin was suddenly aware of the possibility that Raptors could hold grudges.

He pulled against the wind just in time, the heavy door came slamming shut... And the raptor crashed into it as it did.

The wind was still at his back though, and if it had pushed this door open before it would certainly do the same. Not to mention the opening doors ability of his prized creations.

'Prized creations?' He scoffed at his own inner thoughts. He had considered the raptors his prized creations, creatures worthy of praise. And maybe in some ways they still were...
But not now. Not after Mateo.

He stepped away from the door and looked around. This door led right into the lab area. Under normal circumstances, you'd have to sterilize your clothes before entering and exiting, but with the power off...
Martin quickly walked towards the doors which had already been pried open by someone else- Alva more than likely- and pulled them shut. They snapped closed without any issue.

The raptors might be able to open normal doors, but he had a feeling even they would have trouble prying open the cleanroom doors. After all, their claws were too big to fit between the doors...
The doorknob on the other side clicked.

Martin shook his head and walked away, hiding himself from the raptors. For some reason, it didn't seem like a good idea to test how well they could smash through plastic walls.

He walked through the lab with haste, avoiding the main tables and embryonic labs, not wanting to miss a bit of broken glass and step on it. He shined his flashlight ahead of him as he walked, observing the empty test tubes and deactivated machinery. As he walked, his thoughts drifted back to Mateo. The man had given his life to protect Martin from the very things that Martin had created.

He touched the blood-soaked crucifix which now hung around his neck, rubbing his thumb against Christ's visage. What may Jesus have thought of him? Martin certainly wasn't going to change his belief system... But what would Jesus have thought of Martin now? To have created and even loved abominable things. Things he considered his prizes- his pride.
Things that had killed a good friend.

Christians believed in forgiveness.
But did Martin deserve any?

Look at what he had brought into the world. Even if it had been Doctor Wu doing the bulk of the research, even if he himself had been a mere pawn in a grander game of chess being played by genetics companies throughout the world... He had still willingly and willfully pursued this research. He had chosen for himself to do this. To create these... Monsters.

But maybe... Maybe God had no qualms about what he had done. Only that he had done it so soon.
Genetic power was one of the most powerful forces mankind could ever hope to reckon with.

And they used it like a child who had found his dad's gun.

And just as that child might have, they've shot themselves in the foot.
If they had been smarter, or safer or more careful with what they had built...

Maybe if they had stuck with Herbivores or large Carnivores... Or maybe if they hadn't made these things at all.

Maybe his friend would still be alive.

When God created the world, things were simple. He had already held limitless power in his hand. Giving his creations free will had been the only unknown quantity for him.
But humanity, unlike their father, took hold of that power to create without the limitless power needed to keep control. Their creations had free will as well, and they had been as blind as God to their future without any of the power needed to steady their creations.

Martin stepped forward into the entrance of the place, a large and wide-open atrium. It was empty, but it looked as though a hurricane had come through.
Because one had.

The entrance was torn into pieces, as if something absolutely massive had come tearing through it. Wind whipped at him as he stepped in here, but it was quieter now. Clarissa was moving on, or the island was in the center of the storm. Ultimately, Martin didn't care anymore. He wanted to return to bed and maybe cry alone somewhere, a place that Alva and Seo-Jun wouldn't be able to see him do it in.

He took a step... And heard a noise.

"Don't." A quiet voice said, coming from his left. He jumped and looked over at where the voice had come from. Crouching behind a stone pillar used to decorate the atrium was Seo-Jun, she was holding her arm.
She looked deathly scared.

He looked at her in confusion for a moment. "The raptors are all-"

She shook her head as he began to speak, him not lowering his voice like she did.

And then something moved from the other side of the room.

And then it roared.

Its roar was unlike the noises that the Raptors made. Unlike them, this... this thing drove a fear unlike anything Martin had ever felt in his entire life deep into his heart. He turned around and sprinted through the lab as the Spinosaurus' massive footfalls chased him, the 14-ft tall juvenile was hardly fully grown, which made it just small enough to fit into the atrium... And large enough to come smashing through the roof of the lab. It roared again, its roar like the sound of a thousand screaming souls desperate to drag him into hell.

He hit the ground as it roared again, a burst of dust and concrete sending him flying and then skidding across the ground, coming to a halt in front of the cleanroom. He opened his eyes and looked up before his eyes widened and he quickly began to backpedal, his flashlight having gone flying somewhere in the Spinosaurus' chase, he gripped the ground in his hands as he pulled away from the sight of two Raptors clawing at the entrance, leaving a series of sharp cuts through the plastic. Now seeing him, they became invigorated for a moment and began letting out calls and cries...

Until Martin felt a thud come from behind him.

The raptors stopped their barking and began to back away as Martin went ridgid.

Hunched over, the creature stood just behind him. The stench of rotting flesh hit his nose as the Spinosaurus' jaws opened wide above his head.
Martin whimpered as drool dripped from its teeth above him. He hazarded a look up and found the creature staring not at him... But at the Raptors. The Raptors had begun to back away now, letting out warning growls as they did, but without turning their backs on the much larger predator, they had no way of escaping the cleanroom.

Worse, Martin had no way of escaping from beneath it. It knew he was here.
It had to have.

After all, they made it that way.
It was more violent, unrelenting. The unstoppable predator, able to chase prey for miles. The drive to hunt and kill anything in its territory.

Bigger, scarier.
More teeth.

It wasn't even fully grown yet. One day, it would easily outpace the Tyrannosaur.

Martin shut his eyes. He hoped if there was a God, that he would be forgiven.

And then there was a clang and a shout. "Hey! You want me right? I'm over here!" Seo-Jun shouted and the Spinosaurus turned on a dime, causing Martin to duck down to avoid being hit by its tail.
The Raptor's weren't so lucky, its bulky tail easily smashed through the plastic walls of the cleanroom and into the pair of them, smashing them with blunt force into the nearby wall.

"That's right..." Seo-Jun stated. "You want me and Alva more than you want him! You're pretty pissed about being shot! Can't say I don't relate..." Seo-Jun shouted at the monster as it began to stomp towards her.

Martin stood up and followed after it, shouting out- "Seo-Jun! Don't!"

But it was too late, the woman had already caught the monster's attention. "Its okay! I'll be alright just get to the control room. Whatever you do don't-!" She cut herself off as she threw herself to the floor, clutching her other arm as she did and narrowly avoiding the monster's teeth. She rolled out of the way and back behind the pillar, but that wasn't going to work a second time as the Spinosaurus swiped the support with one of its claws and brought it down. But by then, Seo-Jun was already gone, running to the other one.

Martin wanted to protest, but he knew he couldn't do anything for her now.

In the control room... There were guns!

He took off running as the monster was focused on her. He ducked beneath its tail as it swung around as Seo-Jun ran for the door that would take her outside. Martin had crossed the room and was at the top of the stairs when he realized something.
The wind was picking up.

A heavy gust came through the smashed entrance and blew Seo-Jun back, sending her skidding beneath the Spinosaurus' feet.
"Seo-Jun!" Martin screamed, turning to race back towards her-

But she looked up at the Spinosaurus and grimaced moments before her head vanished beneath the beast's jaws.

He didn't look after that.

He turned and ran down the stairs, heading towards the control room. Snot and tears rained down his face as his features scrunched into a look of grief and rage. In that moment, he had made his choice. There were guns in the control room.
He was going to kill every last one of these monsters.

He was Victor Frankenstein, and they were his faults.

But as he neared the bottom of the steps and pulled open the door, he was greeted by Alva. She too looked as though she had been crying. And of course she had been! The control room has cameras, she knew precisely what was going on. "Alva, where-"

He felt an odd sensation blooming in his chest.

A strange feeling of lightness that overcame him. One that followed that strange noise.
It was like a gunshot.

But Alva wouldn't shoot him! She loved him. They were going to be together after their assignments were done.

So why was the gun in her hand smoking?

As he dropped, Alva dropped her weapon and grabbed onto him, catching him as he went down while shaking her head and speaking in Russian. "Почему ты должен был приехать сюда? Почему? Ты был в безопасности в своей постели. Вам не нужно было умирать, доктор! Почему? Почему?!"

Martin didn't quite know what she was saying. His thoughts were growing quite muffled now.
His body was so exhausted. He was so tired.

He'd been running all night. He'd watched so many awful things happen all night...
But in this moment, all he could see was her eyes. She had such pretty blue eyes.

Martin understood immediately what had happened to him. He wasn't an idiot. He'd been shot.
But it had been an accident.

Accidents happen.

She liked him, right?

They were friends?

she liked him... didn't she?

Those thoughts began to fade as well as he stared into her soft blue eyes. Watching them well with tears and pain. She was so cute. She shouldn't be sad.
She shouldn't cry.

He should cry.

He's the one dying, after all.

Blood blossomed in his chest like a flower. And like a flower with no water, he began to wilt.

Martin Foreman drifted away, the last thing he could see being her wonderful... blue... eyes...


Epilogue.

Alva Zakharova shaded her eyes from the sun and gale force wind as she stood on top of the maintenance building, waiting for the helicopter to arrive and pick her up. For the last two months since her last leave, Alva had been waiting for the day she could complete her extra assignment and leave the island. She'd hated every moment of working alongside John Hammond and his stupid Capitalist idealism. She understood now why her father loathed capitalists so much, they were too focused on the ideal, too focused on what could be than the reality of the situation.

Or was that the communists?

Her mind was addled, the entire night had been spent with her sobbing her eyes out. Of all the people she had to kill last night, she'd hoped she would spare Martin Foreman. Her plan to do so had been genius as well. Get him sick with something, swap out Young's medication with sleeping pills, keep him unconscious all night and then in the morning call in an emergency evacuation team for him. InGen would come in with guns and tasers and extract him while she would escape the facility with her new handlers, the team assuming she'd died sometime in the night.

But it was like that American Chaotician had once said.
"Life hardly goes as planned." She muttered to herself, taking the cigar in her lips out and blowing hot smoke into the air.

She'd never wanted to kill him. Or Young, or even Mateo. All of them had been casualties but not ones that were needed for her mission. If that idiot Emilio hadn't tripped Mateo, she would have been able to leave him and Young safely barricaded in the vetrinarian clinic while she headed to the control room. It was supposed to be simple. She cuts the power, she opens the door letting the Raptors into the recreation wing, Emilio gets eaten by the raptors, she lures the raptors out of the rec wing, she smashes the control room and locks the raptors back in there after she makes a call for help to InGen, and then she fakes her own death and gets picked up by BioSyn in the morning. And by morning? Site B has fallen, just as they asked. Without the control room to track the dinosaurs, without Emilio as lead researcher and with both the Spinosaurus and the Velociraptor packs (assuming her collegue on the other side of the island did his job), they would have no shot at retaking the island.

The only thing she hadn't counted on was that fucking egotist trying to kill Mateo... And the Spinosaurus's escape. She had forgotten to lure it into its holding area for the night, so it must have grown impatient and smashed its own way in. That was unpleasant.

And of course, once Mateo was dead and dying, Young demanded she stay with her to try and find help for the man. When it came to smashing the consoles, she'd tried to explain things to Young, but that stupid girl just wouldn't accept it...

Her cigar was crushed under fingers.

She said that she was to blame for Mateo's death.

She was right.

Lewis Dodgson landed the helicopter in front of Alva and stepped out of it, offering her a hand and a grin.
The woman took a puff of her cigar and blew it in his face.

Doctor Foreman's death was the hardest part of last night. After Young's freak out, she'd tried to kill her, and when she saw his face, the anger... the hatred...

She assumed he was there to kill her for Mateo's death. In a moment, she panicked.

And he was gone.

She cared for him. Greatly.

"Where is my money, Dodgson?" She asked calmly, tossing away her cigar.

Lewis frowned at her before stepping back towards the chopper and grabbing a suitcase out of it. "Two point five million dollars, as we agreed. Its all there, all legal." She took the suitcase in her hand and stepped past him, heading onto the helicopter.

"You know." He said, following behind her quickly. "We don't have to make this a one-time deal. BioSyn could use a good woman like you. In fact, I'd be willing to offer you a job to go to Site A-"

"No." She said calmly as the helicopter door closed and the pilot began his ascent. She stared down at the battered forest, seeing the Spinosaurus below them, glaring up and letting loose a powerful scream at the helicopter as it left.

"No..." She continued, staring out the window, fingering a small figuring of Jesus Christ in her other hand while running her fingers against the ridged suitcase. "I have spent too much time in the company of death."


Emilio Guitierez stepped out of his hiding spot in the recreational wing, glancing around as he did. "I must admit, I'm extremely impressed with myself." He chuckled. "The kitchen freezer was an outstanding move! Without power, it quickly went from freezing to only mildly uncomfortable. I bet that idiot Foreman would have thought of something stupid, like one of the bedrooms." He chuckled to himself again before trailing off. "Although... if he managed to get into a bedroom with Alva or Young..."

He sighed. "Oh well, they're all probably dead anyway. Lets see if I can't get to the power station and find a phone to call Hammond." He glanced down the hallway for a moment, and paused. He could have sworn he'd heard clicking...

"Maybe we'll take the kitchen window..." He turned to face the window overlooking the sink and quickly pried it open. He was naturally rather scrawny, so due to his small physique, Guitierez slipped outside and into the open jungle. He gracefully landed on the ground face-first but quickly got back upright. He moved over and slammed the window shut before dusting off his hands.

Emilio was a confident man, he had graduated top of his class as Harvard, and considered himself to be exceedingly intelligent. He could surely do the work of some grease monkeys!
And he likely could have.

If there wasn't a terrible sound behind him.

He turned and froze, terror spreading across his face. Its snout was red and purple and its eyes were a terrible emerald green...
The Spinosaurus was... Standing right in front of him.

He
did not plan for this.


Author's Note: Insert the Spinosaurus roar at the end there.

PHEW, ITS FINALLY DONE!

I assure all of you that I had no intention of letting this drag on for twelve-thousand words. It was going to be around 5k but I fell into the same trap that Michael Crichton often did with his JP novels- I got a little too bogged down in the set up. But hey, I guess I'm emulating the late and frankly great man's style well, eh? Seriously, if you enjoyed this or the Jurassic Park films then I heavily recommend you pick up his novels. They're extremely chunky I do think that he takes an exceptionally long time to actually get somewhere... But they're also exceedingly well written, a lot better than this I can assure you.

Oh! And a happy Halloween to all of those reading the story right now! I'm not entirely sure if I would consider this to be extremely scary and I'm sure I can do better, I'm just not used to writing horror in such a short time span. If this was a full length novel and not a novella or a short story then I'm sure I would have done better but then it wouldn't be a simple Halloween fic. But if you enjoyed it, feel free to check out some of my other works such as MoniTale or Defrost- The Redemption of Frieza. They may not be horror, but I'm much more in my comfort zone writing action or doing character studies... As you can probably tell be the start of this chapter... Aheheheheheh... Ahhhhhhh

ANYWAY

Some trivia for you all before I go.

Since these characters are all OCs I decided that I wanted to have fun with their names, so every character with the exception of Alva and Mateo have names that are references to various other characters.

Martin and Emilio both have references to the Jurassic Park novel-only character Marty Guitierez, who is nothing like Emilio or Martin, but is still a surprisingly enjoyable side character within both novels. Although I'm sure fans of the Novels picked up on that.

Young is a reference to Doctor Young...
From Batman: Arkham Asylum. Indeed, I figured that she would make for a fun addition, oh and Seo-Jun's hair is even somewhat similar to Penelope Young, as both have it tied back in some way as fair as I remember.

Lastly, even though his name isn't a reference, Mateo's design is inspired by Arturo from Fallout 4, down to his hair, overalls and mustache. Though their characters are different.

Alva is also somewhat inspired by although not exactly inspired by Osoro Shidesu from Yanderesim (Notice this author does not endorse or support the creator of Yanderesim and simply enjoys aspects of the game).

So yeah
Anyway I hope you all had fun, my favorite Dinosaur is the Spinosaurus, and two more things.

1. I included a ton of references to other Jurassic Media in here. I wonder if anyone can catch them all...

and two

Until Next Time True Readers!