Note: Thanks for the reviews I've been getting on this story! I appreciate your feedback. I noticed that in the reviews, both have asked me to have Dylan and Regina hook up. (laughs) As much as that would be so typical of a situation like they are in, I'm not going to hook them up. This is a novelization, not a lemon. While there is no doubt in my mind that Dylan probably has feelings for her, the chances of myself writing a major twist to the story and having the two indeed hook up are very slim. That isn't to say you might see a Dylan/Regina lemon coming from me at some point in the future. Besides, I have plans for the ending...heehee. Anyway, with that said, let's head back to the story. Once again, thanks!
Chapter Six: It'll be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight
Initial Location: Edward City, gate
Other than the gentle lapping of the water, Dylan Morton stared at a scene that was becoming quickly all too familiar—abandonment, silence, an area devoid of life. The dock of the city looked like everywhere else—concrete walls crumbling, metal beams rusting, and ivy appearing in patches. A staircase off to his left led up to a door, probably an elevator shaft, judging from the look of the structure. Lined up in a row, jet bikes sat neatly parked. However, age and neglect had taken their toll on them, and they fell into disuse. Just a few feet ahead stood a single door, next to it a card reader. Aside, pieces of a jet bike lie all over the floor, some tools scattered.
Again...no one.
He looked at his wrist, at his watch.
Almost two hours...what could she be doing down there? I hope she gets in radio contact soon...
Dylan reached for the door handle and tried to turn it, but it wouldn't turn. He reached into his pockets, and remembered suddenly that he didn't have any of them—the Research Facility keycard he chucked, and Regina had the Third Energy facility keycard.
Hmm...
He turned around, decided to head up the stairs to the elevator shaft. He pressed a button, and once again, nothing. He grew annoyed, and his faced showed it. He let out a growl and kicked the door, yelling. "Does anything work here?!" There was no one to hear him. His head hot, he walked back down the stairs, and proceeded to pace back and forth on the landing, the only thing he could do. All he could do was wait and hope Regina came back on the radio.
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"The water current is presently normal. Deactivating defense mode."
She opened her eyes, her vision blurry, but starting to come back into focus. A dull pain throbbed in the back of her head, another down by her lower back.
Oh, that's gonna leave a mark...
She rose very slowly to her feet, all her muscles seemingly sore, her head feeling light and dizzy.
Why does my vision look weird? What's going on here? How long was I out?
Quickly, her mind replayed the recent events.
Walked into here, saw big-ass creature, blew him up, got rammed and sent here...passed out.
She noticed something amiss immediately—the glass on the helmet was cracked slightly, and condensation was forming on the inside of the helmet. The oxygen tube, luckily, remained intact, but the small machine was malfunctioning. It was providing oxygen in short bursts, giving her reduced oxygen, causing all her muscles and her head to be sore—lack of oxygen. Immediately, she was alert, becoming very aware of this dangerous situation. There was a crack in the glass, creating a pressure point—if the water pressure was strong enough, the glass would break, and she would drown. She quickly scanned her surroundings. She was on a passageway that spanned the perimeter of the Third Energy Reactor, and she could see the upper level, and noted she wasn't far from it. A hundred feet or so ahead, she could make out a dark stain in the water. She began to move forward, her legs seeming like lead. Her breathing had become real heavy, and slightly labored as her lungs fought for the needed oxygen. She was unarmed now, the weapons gone when the Plesiosaurus rammed into her. Ahead, a section of the path was missing, lying smashed on the floor. As she peered over, she saw the headless carcass of the creature she had blown away, the blood, deep red, rising from the massive gouges in its skin, swirling and diffusing with the blue water. She'd have to jump the distance, and she hoped the boost mechanism still worked.
She hit the button on the suit, and a jet of air flew out the back, propelling her into the air, then slowly descended, her boots hitting the ground with a thud.
Good...that still works...my head...
She walked to the edge and leaped into the water, then slammed the button, releasing a short, brief column of air that propelled her forward, forward through the upward rising of dinosaur blood, and she easily made it onto the other side. Now, she had a clear path to the upper level, and when she arrived at the threshold, she jumped up, boosted to the upper level, and walked straight to the door at the end, each step painful, making the distance to the door seemingly long and endless. When she arrived, she pushed the button, and plodded into the thin elevator shaft. Her finger landed on the up button, and gears came to life, and she felt the elevator move up, and her vision noticed the waterline, the surface, as the water receded. Her head felt increasingly dizzy, the vision starting to blur again, that dull, constant pain throbbing, nagging her. She had to have been wounded. With her remaining energy, she lifted the helmet off her, and she felt cool air wash over her face, and she gasped, sucking in mouthfuls of the life-giving air, a much, much needed relief. The elevator shaft stopped moving, and the door opened, and another wave of cool air washed over her as she stumbled out, her arms reaching out and catching the railing for balance.
"Regina!"
Dylan? Dylan, is that you?
He ran up the stairs, obviously noticing something wrong with her. He took Regina and carried her down the stairs, then set her down gently on the ground. Something had happened to her—her face was unusually pale, her eyes bloodshot. Her hair was matted down, and her forehead was lined with sweat. He kneeled down, his face hovering over the ailing soldier.
"Regina? Regina, it's Dylan!"
"Dylan?" she asked, her voice groggy. "Oh...hi, Dylan."
"What happened to you?" he asked, his voice concerned, his face worried.
"I had a fight with one of those long-necked things...rammed me into a wall or something..." Regina let out a cough as the words came out slow and labored.
"Relax, relax," he whispered softly. "Take your time."
"I feel a sharp pain in my back or my side...I think I'm cut and bleeding."
He nodded. "I'll get on that right away—I'm grabbing the first aid kit from the craft. Don't move at all." He got up quickly, and ran as fast as he could.
She nodded weakly, the motion itself seeming to cause great pain. A minute or a half hour later, she didn't know, she could make out the worried face of Dylan again, his blond hair rustled, his blue eyes in concentration.
"Dylan, my head..." she croaked.
He had in his hand an ice pack. "Here. Rest your head on this. Can you roll to a side that doesn't hurt? I can't take this diving suit off if you're on it."
Summoning up any energy she had, she rolled over to a less-hurting side, and held her position as Dylan undid the suit from the back. As he took off the suit, he saw the problem—a large, dark red spot had formed on her back, the gray uniform saturated in that area.
"You're right—probably blood loss. I'm going to lift up the back of your shirt, ok?"
"Uh huh..."
He lifted up her gray S.O.R.T uniform shirt, and saw the problem—a large cut, wide as the palm of Dylan's hand, glistened in the sunlight, the red blood bright and flowing steadily, a sharp contrast to the smooth, fair skin on the rest of her back. He snapped open the first aid kit, and took out a small bottle of isopropyl alcohol.
"Regina? It's a nasty cut...looked like you did slam into something. I'm gonna clean the wound by putting some rubbing alcohol on it. It's going to sting, ok?" He opened the bottle, the strong, pungent smell of the liquid invading his nostrils.
"Ok," she said quietly. He took the bottle and poured some of the liquid on the wound.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! DYLAN, YOU ASS!" Regina screamed in pain, her whole body going rigid as the stinging shot through her body like electricity.
He placed one hand on her side, pressing down firmly. "Relax, Regina! I'm only helping you!"
"It hurts!" she wailed.
"I know, but I'm done with the alcohol now. Calm down." He took out some gauze to wipe the area clean. He pressed firmly on the wound, sopping up some alcohol and blood, cleaning up the wound enough so that it wasn't a pile of blood. He took out a large-sized bandage, and applied it over the wound, covering it. He took out a length of gauze, cut it, and began to fit it around her waist.
"Lift your body up slightly." She lifted enough for him to snake the gauze under her, and around her stomach. He tied the two ends together snugly, to further hold the bandage in place. The procedure finished, he asked her to see if she could stand. It took some energy, but she rose to her feet, her body feeling noticeably better, but not 100.
"Regina? I'll take you back to the ship—I want you to rest there for a little while." She nodded, and Dylan took her wrist and walked slowly with her back to the hovercraft. When they entered the cockpit, she sat down, her face wincing in pain.
"I want you to rest here for a bit." He opened the kit again and took out a couple of painkillers. "Open your hand. Take these—these will relieve the pain." She nodded, and ingested the white pills.
"Lay down here, the ice pack resting on your head."
As she lay down, she leaned her head in Dylan's direction, and a small smile came over her face.
"Thanks for everything, Dylan."
"No problem—always glad to help someone in need," he said, smiling back. "That smile is the first step to your recovery. I still need to explore that city—"
"Before you do," she began, cutting him off, "check the pockets of that diving suit—there's a keycard. Maybe you can use it in this city."
He shook his head. "No, no, no. We're in this together—I want to make sure you stay alive. Besides, there's something in the computers I want to check out. I'll be in the cabin." As he turned toward the door, he looked at her once more. "I'll be back to check up on you."
"Thanks," she said, her voice already beginning to return to normal.
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She had sat up on the bench, feeling quite better. Granted, the pain in her back had subsided immensely, but still nagged at her. However, it was bearable, and she could continue the rest of the mission. The ship cabin door opened, and out came Dylan, a smile on his face.
"Welcome back," he greeted.
"Thanks. Those meds you gave me really helped," she commented.
"I'm glad. You ok?"
"Yeah. I can continue."
"Excellent. I went back out onto the landing, and rifled through your diving suit, and found that keycard you talked about."
He went through his pocket and pulled out a blue-green keycard, the purple-white lettering of the Third Energy logo emblazoned onto it, and handed it to Regina, who flipped it over, and sure enough, the writing on it: "Edward City."
"Good," she said, rising quickly to her feet. "Let's go." Dylan nodded and took the key, and they headed out the door.
At the landing, the two of them walked side by side, toward the only door leading into the city. Dylan looked at Regina, then spoke.
"Oh, yeah," he began. "I forgot to ask: how's the water down there?"
Regina scoffed. "Um...I don't recommend the diving in this resort. Now give me that key, and I'll unlock the door."
A series of beeps alerted the two to their intercoms—someone was trying to get a hold of them. Dylan pressed a button on his wrist, and a voice came over the speaker, a voice sounding familiar to Regina.
Sounds like that cowboy fella...
"Hey! This is David! Is anyone there? Answer me!"
Oh, yeah...David Fork...the cowboy.
A huge grin spread across Dylan's face as he took the call. "David! I knew you were alive!"
"Ho, ho!" came the reply from David. "Hey, Dylan! Good to hear from you! Thank god you're all right—I was beginning to think I was the last one here! Anyone else with you?"
"Yeah, Regina's here. We're just about to head into Edward City," Dylan replied. "What's your situation?"
"Good timing, Dylan," he replied casually, some static coming in over him. "I found survivors here!"
"Really? We were starting to consider giving up. Where?"
More static began to filter in.
"The place is...Edward City..."
"David, you're breaking up," he said.
"Hurry...they're—" David said, before white noise drowned out all else.
"David! David!" Dylan yelled, tapping his wrist intercom.
Regina swiped the Edward City keycard, and the reader let out a confirming beep, the door sliding open as well.
"Edward City shouldn't be too far," she said. "Let's move."
They had come onto a road, a haul road of sorts. Again, ruin greeted the two, as a pile of machinery and twisted fencing lined the right side, large gouges ripped into it like it was aluminum foil large electrical transformers smashed, poles gnarled, and some large freight crates stacked high, ivy starting to grow over them. While Dylan explored this new area, Regina noticed something else of importance—another large dinosaur, its skin a dark green, with dark splotches of color adorning its body. On the large, almost disproportional head, a few sharp ivory tusks grew, bleached white in the Cretaceous sun.
Triceratops...
The creature had lie dead for some time, a long time. The wind was blowing to her back, so she only caught a faint smell of decay and death that emanated from the rotting creature. It was probably the cause of the damage and debris in this area. Scanning the dinosaur's surface, she noticed many tiny needles sticking out of the thick skin.
Poison needles, maybe? That would explain the creature's means of death...
She rose to her feet once again, and walked along the haul road, noting that the path ahead was blocked by a military truck. A door on her left went to another area, and another truck along the wall sat, ivy starting to grow on that, as well. She found Dylan behind the truck, kneeling on the tarmac next to a dead soldier, a frown on his face.
"That looks attractive," Regina commented.
Dylan sighed. "He died quite recently—the blood is still glistening, bright red."
She kneeled next to him, noting two large puncture wounds spaced evenly apart. "Look at these wounds—they're not like anything we've seen thus far...not a raptor bite, or any other familiar marks."
"A dinosaur we haven't seen yet?" Dylan asked.
"Maybe. There are Triceratops in the area...perhaps there are other types of creatures here. There's a door a little ways back...check that area out, maybe you can find something. I'll sweep the rest of the area."
He nodded, got up, and ran back to a door to his right. As he entered, he found himself in a large area. Judging from the tall stacks of freight crates around him, this was probably a storage area of sorts. As he ventured deeper, the narrow path the crates created veered to the right, and his eyes saw an abnormal sight. Ahead, there was a massive break in the concrete wall, debris, bits of concrete and metal everywhere. A forklift was sticking out of one of the crates, mangled beyond repair.
Something was having a fun time here...
Bent pipes were strewn about the concrete floor, and one of the crates had its doors ripped off, revealing the contents of musty boxes, of which a couple were open. He walked over, and perused the contents. They all contained a type of weapon. Dylan had recalled seeing this as a prototype shortly before they came here. It was a small weapon, gray and black, the bottom of the barrel curved downward. Beneath the gun was a clear material, and through it, the gun contained many, many thin disks.
What did they call this...a Chainmine...? Yes...the Chainmine.
He recalled how this particular new weapon, designed by T.R.A.T., worked; with each pull of the trigger, five disks shot out, landing in a straight line. The thin opening at the end of the barrel allowed for a straight deployment of mines, each landing a foot apart. They were all timed so that the first one closest to the person would detonate just a second or two after landing, and the rest would follow in very quick succession. The weapon was designed as a weapon to not only cause some damage, but flip enemies over, thus exposing their weak, soft underbellies for a few seconds before they got up. He took two—one for each of them. With nothing else in this area, he turned around and headed back the way he came. When he got back out onto the haul road, he headed left, and noticed that she was no longer beside the dead soldier.
"Over here!" she called, and he saw her at the end of a section of dirt path, standing beside a door choked with ivy.
"Let me guess," he said, "you need my blade."
"Well, I'm not standing here to enjoy the foliage," Regina replied sarcastically.
"Well, ho ho and ha ha." He held out one Chainmine in his hands. "Take it."
She took the weapon out of his hands and examined it, a look of curiosity spreading across her face. "What's this spacey-looking thing?"
He drew his machete and began to hack at the thick, green ivy. "It's called a Chainmine. It was developed by the guys at T.R.A.T. Last I checked, it was a prototype—looks like they were actually planning to use the thing after all. The weapon is equipped with many, many thin disks, probably fifty or sixty. Each time you reload and pull that trigger, five discs come out, landing in a straight line, evenly spaced apart." He sliced once more, letting another chunk of ivy hit the ground before continuing on. "A second or so after the first one closest to you hits the ground, it fires a small explosive, and then the rest follow in line right after. It's useful for flipping over small enemies, so you can shoot them in their stomachs, a weak spot."
She looked at the weapon some more before slinging the belt around her. "You sure? This thing looks like some gun out of a science fiction show or something."
He cut the last piece of ivy off the door, and sheathed the machete. "Hold on to it...it may prove useful. Now, shall we?"
"Let's," she replied, and the squeaky fence door opened. It was humid here as they found themselves back inside jungle, once again surrounded by thick, lush greenery. Large insects flew by the two as they progressed along the lakeside, and Dylan spotted something along the bank. A large motorboat, covered in moss and algae, sat atop the water's surface, definitely evidence that this had been long since abandoned. As he checked the motor boat, he noticed a large dent in the floor, probably a result of one of those long-necked creatures abundant in these waters.
"Dylan, look at this," said Regina, diverting his attention to a strange-looking mark on a nearby tree. It was spray-painted on, a yellow cowboy hat.
"It's David's mark," he noted.
"That's very cautious of him," she said, something in her voice making it sound almost snide to Dylan.
"It's how you survive," he said firmly. "Let's look for another mark."
"If we're going to do that, then let's split up," she concluded.
"That works. Be careful," he said, but she already had begun to run ahead, her slender legs making her move quickly. Truth be told, she didn't much care for David. She had met him during one of the briefing sessions back at HQ, when he tried to get to know her. He was always trying to get with women, his cowboy persona just a front. In short, he tried too hard, and Regina never found an interest with men of his type anyway. He was probably an excellent soldier, but he was lacking in the charm department. What he lacked in charisma he made up for on the battlefield. After all, it was him that saved them from becoming food for the T-Rex back at the compound, just after the initial siege by the raptors.
He went back to exploring the decrepit motor boat, looking for any clues. He was there for a few minutes before deciding that he was going to find nothing else. He followed the path, heading in the same direction she went, and found himself at a gate. He opened it, and it led into another section of jungle. He could hear the sounds of running water nearby, and as he ran along the path, he heard some rustling in the greenery near him. Suddenly, a single Oviraptor leaped from the bushes, its thin, lanky legs landing softly on the ground. It looked at Dylan for a split second before a loud bang cut through the air, taking the creature's head with it. He didn't even stop to shoot at it—just aimed and fired while running, skin and body parts flying into the bushes. The Oviraptor didn't even get anything in edgewise as the lifeless corpse immediately fell to the ground, blood pouring from the neck. Sure enough, Dylan was correct in his thinking—a small river flowed beneath a wooden footbridge, a tributary of the lake. Up ahead, some distance away, he could make out another gate, but a dark shape was behind it. As he got closer, he saw that the dark, brown object was the base of a mountain, and there was a cave. Through the holes in the fence, he could see the yellow cowboy hat mark of David.
He went through the cave...
He opened the door, and peered inside the cavern—it was dark, the only light being the sunlight. He had the shotgun in hand, the Chainmine slung around him as he crept inside, slowly, noticing a very quick temperature change, dropping, the air much cooler here at the cave entrance. As he ventured further, the path turned to the right, and a red glow began to form along the walls, and the temperature began to climb. The path opened into a clear area, and suddenly, he felt as if he were in an oven. Just a second ago, it was cold, almost chilly. Now, he was broiling. And up ahead, he could see why. Flowing under the path up ahead was a bright orange river, a river flowing, made up of entirely magma. It moved quickly under the path, the heat coming off it. The path forked up ahead—one way led to a dead end, and to the left, it continued on, becoming narrow for a few feet as it bridged over the fast-moving flow. He could hear the sloshing sounds of the viscous fluid as it moved, and he could hear the sounds of steam escaping from cracks in the rock walls.
Amazing...I'm inside a volcano. I can't believe David went through here. Damn, it's hot.
He followed the path left, and as he crossed the narrow land bridge, he felt as if he was walking over an oven, the heat waves riding up his legs, creating a sweaty feeling in his groin, and washing over his face. Another hiss of steam escaped through a rock, and Dylan saw a ladder leading up at the end, David's mark next to it. When he got to the next area of the cave, he could feel the temperature cooling already, the sweat on his body making his shirt moist. The calm orange light given off by the magma flow lit this area, and as Dylan followed the path as it veered right, where he was coming up to another fork. Just then, he heard a low growl, probably coming from the right where the trail split. He stopped dead in his tracks, and aimed his shotgun straight in front of him. He began to walk forward, his steps very slow and deliberate. His heart began to quicken, the adrenaline beginning to creep into his bloodstream. Another low growl could be heard, and as Dylan drew closer to the path split, he saw it. A dark brown, ugly thing, crawling on all fours came into view. This new creature had a very thick skin, just judging by the look of the dinosaur. It walked on short legs, keeping it very low to the ground. A lighter shade of brown ran down the length of this creature, probably ten, twelve feet long. . Two very long, pointed teeth ran down the side of its mouth, with probably more sharp teeth in its mouth. Each of the creature's legs were equipped with a few claws, easily capable of slicing its prey open.
Inostrancevia...
Suddenly, the creature picked up speed, noticing Dylan's presence, and as it closed the distance between the soldier and itself, it rose on its two hind legs, and began to fall toward Dylan, in an attempt to bowl over its prey, exposing its lighter underbelly—and a shot rang out, a hot shell slamming into the creature's stomach, sending the thing down back on all fours. The blast had made a hole in the creature's stomach, as evident by the blood trail it was starting to leave, but it seemed unfazed. It let out another roar, and it began to move toward Dylan again. Dylan turned and ran back some feet, then grabbed the Chainmine and fired at the dinosaur. Five disks quickly flew out, landing in a straight line in front of Dylan. As the creature walked over the mines, they blew up, all five in quick succession, causing the reptile to flip over, its short legs flailing. He ran up to the monstrosity and opened fire on its stomach, the barrel only a foot or two away from the writhing creature, sending slug after slug into its stomach. Innards, blood, skin, and muscle began to spray everywhere, landing on Dylan's uniform, the walls, the dark earth.
"DIE!" he yelled, almost sounding primal as the creature shrieked, then finally collapsed, twitching slightly as the nerves in it reacted. The entire underside looked like the surface of the Moon, five large, massive, bloodied gouges in it now. Breathing heavily, he ejected the hot, empty cartridge from the shotgun, reached into a pocket on his flak jacket, took out another and reloaded the weapon. Wiping the blood and sweat from his face, he pressed onward. The trail continued onward, until it ended at a ladder going down. As he peered over, he could feel the heat rising.
Probably leads down to more magma...
When he got to the bottom, he could see the other end a few hundred feet away—it was light, as if it was back out in the jungle. The path branched off a few times, all of them leading to dead ends. Again, a flow of magma moved below the trail, creating a narrow land bridge. As he got to the other end, he saw another of those creatures he just encountered—dead. The head was partially missing, a pool of blood staining the dark earth. Several tiny holes lined its stomach, thin rivulets of blood trickling out from all of them.
Regina was here...
As he ventured down the ladder, he spotted another one of David's marks along the wall next to a rung. He smiled, and at the bottom, the path immediately split, one to the right. Again, a dead end, and as the main trail turned slightly to the right, he could see daylight this time—a green fence at the end of the trail.
Yes—made it.
With his heart doing a happy dance, he ran for the opening, and as he exited, cool air washed over his face again, sunlight shining through. He was glad to be out of there. Judging by the looks of it, the city wasn't too much farther away from here.
Where did Regina head off to?
"Up here, Dylan," came her voice. A few feet away, she stood atop a platform, waving at him. "Come on up here."
A smile came across his face. "I'm glad to see you." He climbed up a ladder, and when he got to the top, he realized he was standing atop a firing tower; a massive gun was next to them. The door was open—a small enclosure to control the gun was inside. All the lights and monitors seemed to be on, probably fully operational. He looked at her quizzically. "I saw your handiwork back in the cave—how the hell did you blow its head off with just your handgun?"
An evil grin came over her face. "I didn't." She raised her Chainmine. "It was going to try to topple me over, so I just rammed the thing in its open mouth and fired, and the mines exploded in its mouth. Quite a fun sight sometimes."
"Clever," he said. "Where are we?"
"Probably a compound of sorts. We'll need to find a way around those freight crates blocking our path. Let's keep going—the city shouldn't be too far from here." She dropped down to the ground below, when suddenly, a dull thud caught both their attention. Another quickly followed, and Dylan could see the blue and white head of an Allosaurus above the stacked freight.
"Regina! It's another of those big blue dinosaurs!" Dylan cried. He ran inside the firing tower, and a second later, he ran out with a gun-like object in his hand. "Catch!" He threw the gun, and now the Allosaurus had broken out into full view, and began to move into a full run toward the two.
"It's a signal gun! Fire it, and I'll blast one at the spot where it's fired. Now, head for that firing tower straight ahead of you."
Wasting no time, Regina ran ahead, toward the next firing tower.
Another set of heavy footsteps caused the ground to vibrate. As Dylan looked in the direction of the sound, his heart quickened, and briefly, fear crept inside his mind.
Two more?! This must be their nest...hoo, boy.
He ran into the small enclosure and slammed the door behind him. He sat down in the chair, and looked at the proceedings through his monitors. The first one was barreling down on Regina, the other two not far behind. Suddenly, a bright ball of light shot up into the air, a signal flare from Regina.
Hold on just a sec, Regina...
Pressing some buttons, he adjusted the gun so that the sight aligned with the first Allosaur, and as soon as the sight went red, he pressed a large red button. A massive explosion rang out as three explosive shells flew from the gun, accompanied by some shaking. Dylan leaped, startled.
Holy shit, that's a powerful gun!
A couple of seconds later, the shells found their mark, two of them slamming into the creature's body and head, as a huge wave of blood and skin splayed in all directions, hitting the concrete ground. The third shell ripped into the freight crate several feet up ahead, instantly making it shatter, wood flying in all directions as the shell turned it into many splinters and toothpicks. Regina looked nearly dumbfounded as she saw the awesome display of sheer firepower the gun produced, her mouth open in total amazement. The damage it had done to the falling creature was more than substantial, and the creature fell to the ground, splashing in its own blood. Dylan's victory was short-lived, as the two trailing dinosaurs were rounding the corner, and Regina broke out running again, heading for the metal platform ahead.
And the game is on.
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End of Chapter Six. Reviews always are welcome. Now, looking ahead to Chapter Seven, what will they end up finding in Edward City? Chapter Seven will be up in a few days, as soon as I finish it.