"David, wait", yelled Jim, "Its us, we're here to rescue you".

He jumped out into the warm knee-deep water, and walked slowly to the remains of the raptor. It lay there with its eyes staring blankly; it was obvious it had been killed while in a state of surprise.

How did he do it? thought Jim. Melee combat with a Velociraptor would have been no easy feat. There must be much more to my friend than originally thought.

The other members of the rescue party were approaching now, having made their way along the riverbanks. Jim bent down and felt the blood, still flowing, from the raptor's wound. It was still warm. He must have fought it seconds before we arrived, thought Jim, no wonder he ran off. Jim himself had come to this island with the intent on hunting raptors, and the presence of one almost certainly meant that their would be more not too far away. Though he had a difficult decision, he ended up making the right choice. He saw the safety of his friends to be more important than a chance to hunt Velociraptors.

Meanwhile David had caught up with Jo, who had been running with tears streaming down her face, utterly terrified of what she had just seen. He managed to slow her down and together they sat down on a large smooth-sided rock. She cried into his shoulder, and shook like a leaf while he tried to calm her down by holding her close to him.

He too was terrified. It was becoming more apparent that they may never get off the island alive. He stared over her shoulder into the unknown. They had run into a small opening in the forest, a clearing, where they could observe the uncomfortable sight of the orange sky turning to a dark blanket, dotted with pin points of light.

The other uncomfortable thing about the clearing was a noise, which David couldn't quite put his finger on. It was a familiar sound, but indistinguishable at the same time. The noise was a type of wheezy drone, and it was coming from somewhere in the clearing. Jo had stopped sobbing by now and was sitting in silence, having been overcome by fear.

The strange sound was occasionally punctuated by pauses, and the tone sometimes wavered. It almost sounded like something was snoring. David passed the thought from his mind as preposterous, yet he realised that it would explain the situation quite clearly. He looked around the area, his eyes coming to rest upon a very odd shaped rock. It was plain grey, but it was covered in a very rough pattern. He also thought the rock may have been moving, but thought, and hoped, that it was just the failing light playing tricks on his eyes.

"We need to go back now, I don't think this place is safe", he whispered into Jo's ear. A sudden chill down his spine had told him that the place was far from safe, and that they should leave immediately. He could feel an unwelcomeness in the very air that surrounded them. As he continued to stare at the rock the odd noise carried on.

"Why?", said Jo, through the tightest throat she felt she had ever had. She didn't want to go back. She had seen a monster there, and was determined to stay.

"No, we need to go", David felt panic spreading. He tugged gently at Jo in a bid to get her to come, but she remained firmly rooted to the ground, "Please Jo", he whispered again, his voice scratchy from the lump in his throat.

The weird noise that had been droning finally stopped. Panic gripped David then like a cold icy hand, as he looked at the large misshapen rock. It moved.

What appeared to be a head rose up, and snorted. It had what would be best described as a bull dog snout, with wing like horns protruding above its eyes. It turned and looked at the two humans, who had stumbled into its den.

David started shuffling backwards, Jo reluctantly being pulled along with him. His heel caught on a rock and he fell back. Jo had caught on by now, that something else must be terribly wrong.

The awoken creature was a Carnotaurus, a bizarre carnivore with the ability to blend into an environment much like a chameleon. It had obviously disguised itself from the larger predators as a rock, as it preferred to sleep during the day, and hunt at night-time.

Only 300 yards away stood Jim, holding a rifle and looking very cautious. It was clear that raptors were around, and he did not want to be caught off guard. They were still searching, and David had not been the only one to notice the arrival of night.

"Its getting dark, I suggest we split up", suggested Jim, "One group will go back to camp, the other can come with me, any volunteers?"

He looked around. Mike spoke up.

"I'll come...", he was suddenly cut off by laughter. It was from the captain that had been piloting the boat with Mike.

"You?", the Captain continued, "We're looking for survivors in a dense jungle, you couldn't even find a great big island with the help of radar".

This remark hurt Mike deeply, and he walked off, his head held low. Sarah followed him and made sure he got back safely. She was going back anyway.

"Ethan how about you, and you captain", said Jim, "Everyone else should go back and regroup with the others, we hope to be gone not too long".

A terrified scream then sounded out through the forest, followed by a roar. Jim cocked the rifle, a hardened expression on his face, while the others picked up the pace and walked quickly but relatively calmly down the stream and back to the vehicles.

David had to lurch forward as the Carnotaur's jaws snapped inches from his thigh. He stumbled into a bush, catching a glimpse of sharp teeth from within the creature's mouth. As he lay face down in the foliage, he braced himself for jaws to clamp around his body, but strangely, the attack never came. The large carnivore had turned its attention towards Jo.

As it turned, David got a better look at it. It had surprisingly pathetic arms, almost comically small compared to the rest of its body. This didn't make the creature something to laugh at however, as it had jaws lined with sharp teeth and powerful horns atop its skull, with the ability to gore. Jo had pulled herself up into a nearby tree, and although well above the height of the Carnotaur's gape, it nevertheless persisted by slamming its head against the trunk. Once again, thought David, I will have to defend my love. He searched around in the dark and found a rock, a sharp rock, with jagged edges. Getting to his feet he picked it up and prepared to make an almost suicidal decision. He hurled the rock as hard as he could, and it hit the animal in the neck. The beast turned its attention back to David, an angry and bewildered look in its eyes.

Just then David felt very insignificant. He felt his time was finally up. There was nowhere to run, and he would die at that moment in the jaws of a prehistoric beast; that he had never even heard of.

A gunshot rang out.

It was the most welcoming sound he could think of. He saw Jim walk out holding his rifle, pointing it menacingly at the Carnotaur. The creature looked in amazement at the small creature that had just emitted a very loud noise, but it nevertheless snarled at Jim threateningly. Another shot from the gun persuaded the creature to back off.

"Don't worry David, I've got you covered", Jim said, calmly but firmly, not taking his gaze away from the predator.

David made his way slowly towards his friend and saviour, though he had not forgotten about Jo, who had started to climb down from the tree; down the hidden side of the trunk of course. She dropped to the ground, but as she did so the Carnotaur, which had originally started receding into the jungle, changed its actions.

Its skin tone changed, going kind of blurry, and in moments, had effectively disappeared against the background of the forest. The creature's outline could still be seen though, but barely, and before Jim knew it he was being charged.

He managed to jump out of the way just in time, also pushing David into the ground. Jo fell back on her own accord, with a shriek of fear and surprise. The Carnotaurus rushed pass them, having obviously neglected them as a possible meal.

"Oh God", said Jim getting up, "Its heading straight for Ethan".

Ethan and the Captain walked side by side through the shallow stream. Both were armed with pistols, though the Captain's was a 44. Magnum, which was much more powerful than Ethan's 9mm. In fact, it wasn't even his, he had just been given it by Jack, the weapons expert. He held it cautiously in his right hand, nervously as well, while the Captain had his firearm drawn and pointing out at the blackness in front of them. Ripples started to appear on the surface of the stream.

"What was that?", asked Ethan. Then they both heard a noise, it sounded like snorting and in the distance there was the sound of splashing water.

"Ssh", replied the Captain, "Up ahead, I think something's coming".

They saw the stream being disturbed now, water being flung up against the bank, but that was all they saw.

"Where the hell is it?", panicked Ethan. He was just a student, and definitely not prepared for such a situation. The gun in his hand scared him almost as much as the unknown 'thing' coming at them. It was up to the Captain to fire off the shots. He did so into darkness, the heavy bang of the gun carrying out through the night air. A shrieking roar came and the Carnotaurus materialised out in front of them, the bullet having had little effect, merely bounding of the creature's horn.

Ethan turned to run, but it was too late. The Carnotaur put its horns to good use, and swung its head into him. He flew through the air and smashed against the base of a tree, and was smacked unconsious in the process.

The Captain managed to fire off another shot, but because he fell as he squeezed the trigger, the bullet missed the creature totally, and only managed to draw its attention to him. His pistol fell from his hand as he landed in the stream and was immediately lost in the murky disturbed water. The Carnotaur opened its jaws upon him, and began to enjoy its first meal of the night.

Its mouth clamped around the Captain's arm. He yelled in pain as he felt the teeth penetrate his flesh, and rip through his muscle and tendons. Carnotaurus' jaw was relatively weak compared to other meat eaters such as Tyrannosaurus Rex, and could not bite through bone, so the Captain's arm was yanked and dislocated, until the flesh tore at the shoulder and the beast pulled his limb away from his body. It chewed hungrily on the acquired piece of flesh, swallowing it quickly before turning back to deliver a killing bite.

Placing its jaws firmly around his ribcage, it plunged its teeth into both sides of his torso, puncturing both lungs and liver, causing blood to gurgle up from the victim's throat. The carnivore shook its head, violently shredding the vulnerable organs within the now deceased's body.

Jim, David and Jo appeared from behind the creature, having followed its track in a bid to at least try and save Ethan and the Captain's lives. It was to their great dismay when they saw the beast gorging on the lifeless body of the Captain. Joanna noticed the spectacle too and vomited until her stomach was empty, while David sympathetically patted her on the back.

In anger at the creature Jim levelled his rifle at it.

"You bastard", he sneered. He fired and hit the creature in the back of the neck. It bellowed in pain, but rather than attack, took its morsel in its mouth and charged off into the jungle, turning the pigments in its skin back on in a bid to camouflage itself. Everyone was relieved though, to see the beast was now gone, and a way back to the relative safety of the group seemed a lot better.