David led the escape back, while Jim led the hunt further on. Both teams took the necessary transport and equipment, though Jim relied on much less since his team consisted of only four men. He, Hans, Steve and Jack had set off on foot into what they believed to be the territory of the most dangerous predators on the island. David meanwhile, planned on taking the same route they had taken originally to get back to the beach, where the boats were waiting. He led the line of vehicles through the forest, and before long they were faced with the plains again, the vast grassy area stretched out before them. He wiped his mouth, where the blood from his earlier incident with Jim had dried.

Morning had broken fully, and the dawn sunlight flooded across the area. For lack of sleep David squinted as he felt the warmth of the sun's rays absorb into his skin. It was a scene reminiscent to those that he had admired back in Africa when he had been staying with Jim. However, one major eyesore was the dead Apatosaurus that Hans had killed a day earlier. Its gargantuan carcass lay by the riverside, starting its slow cycle of decomposition. It was no wonder then that scavengers had arrived and were feasting on such a large amount of meat; they would not pass up an opportunity for an easy meal.

He stopped the whole group for a short rest, so that they could have a bite to eat and drink some water. Climbing out of the LR, he sat down on the ground, his back against the vehicle. It was the same LR as the one he should have found a new site the previous day, so the marks from the Ceratosaur "investigation" were still clearly visible. He pondered the last 24 hours in his mind. Jo came and sat with him, placing her hand sympathetically on his shoulder, while the others took five and opened their supplies.

"Its all my fault", he said, "Its all my stupid fault".

"No it isn't", Jo said to comfort him.

"It is", David replied quickly, "It's because of me that we got side-tracked, its because of me the Captain got killed and that we've lost most of the expedition, and its because of me we have split up again, why did I have to say that to him, why?"

"I know your upset, but you must remember that it was his decision to continue the hunt, you only wanted us all to be safe and everyone here will respect you for that", she said, hoping it would make him feel better about himself.

"I guess", he replied, "But I doubt I'll ever see him again".

"Don't think that, he's an experienced hunter, he'll be okay", Jo felt a little uneasy saying this in case Jim was killed, but she felt it would contribute to making David feel better.

She kissed him on the cheek, filling him with loving warmth.

"You're a brave man", she concluded, "You took care of me, you even protected me when death seemed imminent for the both of us, you David Bren, are a good man".

Jim hadn't noticed the early morning sun since he was still walking through the shallow gully in the forest. He lashed out at the dense vegetation with his knife, still agitated by David's comment. He had once had a wife, and she had indeed died. He always felt a responsibility for her death, but to be told that by someone who was supposed to be a friend was just too much.

"Do you know where we are?", asked Hans.

"Not a clue", came Jim's reply, "But I hope we find level ground soon, I'd hate to be chased over this type of terrain".

Steve hated the thought of being pursued by monsters, especially on difficult ground. He hoped the same as Jim. Jack, felt he would rather hold his ground and fire on any attacking creature until somebody was victorious.

Between the men they carried quite a lot of supplies. They had enough 'necessaries' to last a week and a half, and enough weapons and ammo to help make them feel safe. Carrying the largest gun was jack, obviously since he was the weapons expert. It was a 50. BMG, with a sniper scope, which was perfect for taking out a super predator. There were two limitations though; limited ammunition and the fact that it was in parts. There were only five rounds for it, though they were explosive, it was to be used only if necessary. It being unassembled to prevent it being too bulky meant that it could not be put to immediate use if they were to be ambushed by a large carnivore. It was therefore quite useless for immediate defence.

Jack didn't mind though, he had faith in his Springfield 303., a weapon that had been used by his father during the D-Day Landings at Omaha beach. It was a very old weapon, yet it had a particular quality to it, which Jack saw as absent in modern manufactured firearms.

Hans, with his knife and Luger pistol also felt relatively safe. Though possession of these weapons was not the reason why.

Jim had been shooting for years, particularly at moving targets. He didn't care what weapon he used, as long as it worked. Steve meanwhile, was feeling very nervous. He only had a pistol, which had been lent to him by Jack, a 44. Magnum.

Steve felt a particular power owning a gun, even though he wasn't quite sure how to operate one efficiently. Jack felt it to be a bit foolish giving a gun of such heavy firepower to a novice, but under the circumstances he felt it would be better to face T-Rex with something that would have an effect, and not just bounce off.

All four men felt weary as they entered the day without having had sleep during the night. Jim knew they would have to stop and rest shortly. They would take it in turns to sleep, while the other man kept watch.

Eventually they came across a small clearing big enough to pitch a tent. They did so and began a well-deserved rest.

"It'll be good to get off this island", spoke up Mike. He had plucked up some courage and was trying at that moment, to make conversation with Sarah. He had gone and sat with her while everyone took a break.

"Yes it most certainly will", she replied, "Shame we never saw as much as we could have done though, we won't get a chance like this again".

"Well, I'm just glad we didn't get eaten", he said. Sarah chuckled at this remark. He then thought that perhaps he should just go ahead and ask her out. He had decided that he really liked her and desired much more than a friendship from the moment he had first set eyes on her. He pondered this for a moment. Why not?, he thought. But would I be able to accept a 'No'?, replied his mind, I don't think I'd be able to take that. You'll never find out if you don't ask, his thoughts continued, rendering him unable to make a descision. Eventually he regained control of his consious and just went ahead and asked, expecting the worst at the same time.

"Um, Sarah, can I ask you something?", he said, feeling a tightness in his throat grow.

"Sure", she replied, wondering what was so difficult for him to say.

"Will you...er...go out with me?", he immediately felt a kind of relief since he had now said these words, but also instantly felt a feeling of dread in case she declined, which he was sure would most certainly be the case. He waited for what seemed like an era for her response. She looked very taken aback.

Sarah looked at him, he wasn't an unattractive boy, but she didn't really know him too well. She was about to say so when another thought came into her mind. Why not? it said. Instead of her initial thought, she responded with a reply that Mike had been hoping for.

"I will", she replied.

This filled Mike with an overwhelming sense of joy. Sarah leaned in and hugged him, as well as giving him a kiss on the cheek, since he himself was much too shy to actually do it first. He dared not in case she wouldn't have liked it.

Sarah felt strange at that moment. She had said yes to Mike's question, and it now opened a door to commitment, which she would have to follow. Karen had seen this happy moment in Mike's life. She tended to watch over him a lot, and seeing this filled her with an even greater hatred for Sarah.

"Would you like an energy bar?", said the strong Russian voice behind Karen.

She was momentarily startled, but soon realised that Boris was just offering her a snack.

"You haven't actually eaten for quite a while", he continued, "I was beginning to worry about you", he smiled.

Karen smiled back. She had been so deep in thought about Mike that she must have neglected the hunger that had obviously been growing in her stomach. She was indeed hungry, and after thanking the Russian man, devoured the snack bar quickly.

Boris could see that something was up with her. As well as looking tired, she looked sad.

"Is anything wrong?", he asked her. She was puzzled by this sudden question.

"No, nothing much really", she quickly replied.

Boris could tell that there was something getting at her, and that it was probably something to do with relationships. He had observed her glaring at Sarah, so he knew she hated the 'Ingen daughter'. Boris looked at Karen; she was young and attractive, with her brown hair tied back. He decided not to discuss the whole situation with her though, as it most probably would have been quite a tender area.

He looked around, and noticed Ethan was coming to after having been attacked the night before. He went over to welcome the injured member back into the world of the living.

"What happened?", he groaned. He was obviously still in pain.

"I think my ribs are broken", he continued, explaining his problems to Boris.

"You took quite a tumble my friend", Boris said smiling, "So I imagine you will be badly bruised and all, but we're leaving this place soon so we can treat you better when we get to a safer place".

"I don't remember much at all", explained the aching Ethan, "It just went black".

"You've been out for quite a while", replied Boris, "Try not to move for now".

He got up to go and tell David about Ethan regaining consciousness, but as he did so he noticed something down by the Apatosaurus carcass. He stared at it for a moment before realising what it was, and then hurried over to where David and Jo were still sitting, so he coud discuss what he had just seen.

Jim had been sleeping for about four hours on the forest floor. He was inside a tent, but could still feel the hardness of the ground through the canvas. As he woke up he could hear Hans and Jack talking outside, Steve was asleep still and Jim tapped him to wake him up.

"Time to get up Steve", he said quietly, "We need to let Hans and Jack sleep now".

Steve was at first reluctant to get up, but he soon realised that he had to be responsible and forced himself back into a state of consciousness.

Hans and Jack happily swapped over, and went to sleep.

Steve sat down on a log, which Hans and Jack had been using momentarily before. Jim sat with him and offered a flask of whiskey, but Steve declined.

"Maybe later, I need to go and have a leak", he said.

"Okay, but don't stray too far, as if I have to warn you enough", replied Jim.

Steve wasn't about to go and do something foolish, and Jim could trust him. But the reason why Steve hadn't decided to leave with the others was a different matter. Jim pondered this.

Steve walked out to find a suitable spot. He found a large tree to relieve himself at, without being in sight of anyone. As he did so he noticed something down a hill, a strange metallic object. After a moment he noticed the two wheels attached to it.

"There's something down there, I think its part of the missing group", he explained as he came back.

"Really", replied Jim, who was slightly surprised, but also hopeful that it would give them more information to the whereabouts of the missing team.

The object in question was a motorbike, which wasn't so much wrecked as covered in ground vines and other foliage. Upon looking at it, Jim, who had left the tent unguarded, shook his head and explained to Steve.

"Its not one of ours, must have been here from when the Ingen hunters arrived", he saw that it was of a different manufacture and definitely not part of the missing group. He did see it as a chance to salvage some of it though, decanting what was left of the fuel tank into a flask.

"Fuel can be very useful, we can't let this stuff go to waste", he said to Steve.

As soon as he had filled the flask an almighty roar thundered through the forest, almost causing Jim to drop the flask.

"Where the Hell is it?", he said, "It must be less than 300 yards away", Jim knew that what had made the noise was very big and almost definitely a predator. He cursed himself for leaving his firearm back at the tent, and also for leaving Hans and Jack in a position where anything could creep up on them. Steve immediately felt that he would need to relieve himself again.

Back on top of the hill, Hans had woken with a fright well before the roar had boomed through the jungle. He woke to hear a loud squeaking in his ear, and opening his eyes met some very unwelcome guests. A small group of Compies, no more than seven, had let themselves into the tent and were swarming all over him. He yelled in both surprise and fright, pulling out his knife and slashing at the little beasts. The razor sharp edge warded off the Compies enough to give Hans the time to draw his Luger and dispose of them the way he enjoyed most. As he brought it up to fire the roar had sounded, causing him to fall to the floor, and scattering the Compies, which ran for their lives.

Hans had managed to fall out of the tent, so he lay face down amongst the forest floor, snorting the dust of decaying leaves that got into his nose. It then came to his realisation that the creature that had made the roar was very close by, and he was right. Lifting his head up he saw the moving flanks of a monster of incredible proportions. Its snout was long like that of a crocodile, and as well as these formidable jaws, it had a pair of dangerous looking arms. However, this beast before him had a rather bizarre feature, a tall sail running down its back.

Meanwhile, as Hans lay in a prone position, feeling very uncomfortable about the situation, Jim and Steve were hiding behind a tree. They had seen the Spinosaur as well.

Steve was terrified like never before, whereas Jim saw the animal as an opportunity to hunt. Jack had awoken by now, and he poked his head out of the tent to get a look.

He almost fell back with fright when he saw the carnivore. In its mouth was the limp body of a baby Triceratops, so the creature was for the moment preoccupied, giving Jim an idea.

"Well look at the size of that thing, isn't it magnificent", said Jim under his breath, which was lacking due to exhilaration.

"Sure, sure", replied Steve, his voice wavered with apprehension, "Can we get out of its territory?"

"Not until we claim it", Jim said, giving Steve the opposite to what he wanted to hear.

"We couldn't even bring it down Jim, its not worth it, your rifle won't be able to kill that thing", Steve spoke up to protest against Jim's decision.

"Mine might not, but Jack's BMG ought to", Jim inched his way towards the tent.

David still sat where he was, overlooking the scenic plains, and most importantly the Apatosaurus remains. Boris had seen a creature moving around the carcass, a distinctive carnivore with two horns above its eyes. Sarah also came over with a look of caution in her eyes.

"How are we to get round this problem?", asked Boris. He had spotted a Carnotaur feasting on the deposit of meat. Unfortunately it was right in the way of the path that David had hoped in taking to get back to the boats. If they did try to follow the prearranged route the beast would surely spot them and give chase, perhaps causing more casualties than they had already sustained.

"We'll have to go another way", he replied, "I wont risk taking us down any where near that thing". David had already had an unpleasant encounter with this specimen, and felt that altering their course of escape would be much preferable than trying to get past the aggressive creature.

"There is another way", piped up Sarah from behind, "If we follow that river", she said pointing at a body of water flowing away from the area, "We should arrive at the coast, where we can make our way round back to the beach". David agreed to this idea, which pleased Sarah. Eventually they set off, giving the scavenging predator a wide berth.

There wasn't enough time for Jim to piece together the powerful weapon. Before he had managed to attach the high power rifle's two main halves together, the Spinosaur had disappeared into the jungle. They could still hear it, but it was out of sight by now. Jim cursed.

"We can track it though", he suddenly said, filled with more excitement, "Come on everyone, leave the tent here". Steve felt even more anxiety close in on him as he saw Jim walk silently off towards what was probably the most dangerous organism on the island. Jack had the same thoughts, but saw that it didn't really matter as the most dangerous creature in the world was doing the hunting; man.

Hans just followed Jim into the forest without any thought in his head other than how big the 'trophy' was, blissfully ignorant of any type of danger.

Jack followed cautiously, while Steve lagged a little behind, unwilling to be left alone by the tent, but also not too happy about going after a large monster.