The heavy jaws of the Spinosaur once again snapped at the entrance of the cave. It knew very well a potential meal, and possible enemy, was hiding within the cavern, and so was eager to finish whatever it was off. The cave didn't actually lead anywhere, and Jim knew this. He was going to have to shoot his way out. Suits me fine, he thought.
Steve was pressed as hard as he could against the damp wall of the cave, as far as possible from those formidable jaws. Hans and Jack were crouched close to the ground, occasionally wincing when the beast's snout came too close for comfort.
Jim lurched back when one of the Spinosaur's clawed hands groped at the entrance, almost coming into contact with Jim's flesh. That's it, he thought, that time was much too close. It was now or never.
Holding one of the large BMG rounds, he felt incredibly nervous. There were very few left, and if he missed they would all be done for. How he could miss at point blank range was a different matter, but the very thought still made him feel uneasy.
"Give me some room here", he warned the others, "I don't want you getting recoil in your face". He loaded the round into the chamber, and pointed the weapon at the creature blocking their escape.
The biting mouth outside was huge. Within it rows of razor sharp teeth were lying in wait for anything that entered the cavernous jaws. A muscular tongue dripped saliva out, and a stench of rotten flesh wafted into the cave interior whenever it exhaled. The Spinosaur opened its mouth wide and roared at the trapped humans. Jim saw his chance and took.
With a squeeze of the trigger, the colossal bullet was fired straight into the Spinosaur's mouth and up into its brain, where it exploded messily. The terrifying monster had been defeated, and Jim felt he was the most powerful man alive.
David and Jo rushed towards each other, so they could embrace themselves after yet another horrific ordeal. He was shocked at how his lover had acted just moments ago, as was she.
"I couldn't let you die", she sobbed, finally able to let her emotions flow freely. She had totally forgotten any fragment of love for nature, in a bid to save David. Jo had gunned down two prehistoric predators quickly and efficiently, like a killing machine, but driven by fear and rage. They had merely been territorial, thought David, but he was deeply grateful for having been saved.
"Jo!", gasped an astonished voice. It was Karen.
She had actually been the first to follow Jo, as she had made her dash down into the hazardous river.
"Are you all right?", came the concerned question.
"I'm fine", replied Jo, her displayed emotions finally returning to the depths of her soul.
Sarah came forward. She seemed to be surrounded by an air of annoyance at Jo's reckless stunt, but this was effectively dampened by Mike's very character, as he hovered just behind her. Ignoring the decisive action only moments ago, Sarah had assessed the situation, and like always, was going to lead the group to a safer area.
David and Jo looked at her, as they stood in the water, embraced in a state of invincible love. Sarah was a little disgusted at this, but she hid it very well.
Boris appeared behind her.
"The boats have been destroyed, it is now apparent that we are not alone on this island", he explained, unable to keep his voice from sounding too dramatic.
"There's an old workers village nearby", replied Sarah, "We may find a way of contacting a helicopter or something similar there." She took one last look at Jo and David, who were still holding each other, before setting off in another direction and gesturing the rest to follow.
Jim was incredibly happy with his achievement. Almost satisfied. He and the three other men crawled out of their hiding place to properly inspect the fallen carcass of the Spinosaur.
The gigantic beasts brain lay in splattered fragments on the soil, a very large exit wound visible on the top of its skull. The great mouth hung open, the foul smell of rotting flesh still emanating from its throat.
The colours and patterns usually displayed on the great sail had now faded, due to the creature's blood no longer being pumped through its body.
"How am I going to prove it though", he murmured to himself. Steve had actually overheard him, and actually thought Jim's action hadn't been one of skill or bravery at all. Shooting something with an immensely powerful gun through the safety of a hole in the ground wasn't Steve's idea of bravery at all.
Jim was now crouched by the jaws, and was digging into the creature's gums, apparently trying to free something. It then became evident he was trying to get one of the Spinosaur's teeth. He eventually wrenched one free and stared at it in amazement as he held it in his hands.
Hans and Jack had gone a little bit further on their short walk around the dead dinosaur. Hans had stopped at the creature's belly, and with a grin, pulled out his legendary knife. Jack knew what was coming and covered his face as a show of embarrassment, even though there was no-one their to view it.
"Lets see what this dino had for lunch", said Hans, grinning. And with that he plunged his razor sharp blade into the creature's flesh.
Though the skin was tough, the knife penetrated it as it would have any other type of flesh. Eventually Hans managed to cut out a fairly big hole, revealing the bulging stomach bag and entrails within the creature's body. Slicing again, this time into the stomach wall, Hans cut almost surgically a large gash. The other three were now all watching him do this, and were all grimacing. This was mainly due to the stench, but almost because of the way Hans had done it so neatly, with the hands of a surgeon.
Upon having created a wide cut across the stomach, the bag quickly split open fully and out of it flooded a wave of semi-digested matter. Hans cursed as he was covered in the remains of all sorts of things. Jim, Jack and Steve could only watch and laugh. However, there was something that caught Steve's eye that made him become silent, as Hans began shaking off the dino-chow from his clothing. A bone was protruding from the opened stomach. Steve approached it and yanked it out. He felt sick when he realised what it was, a human femur. Someone had recently perished at the Hell's gates that had been the Spinosaur's jaws. But who exactly, Steve didn't know. He began rummaging around in the stomach, searching for anything that could give him a hint of who had owned the femur. The small traces of remaining acid stung his hands a bit, but eventually he found something, a wallet.
Rubbing away the excess crap from the wallet, Steve opened it. Inside was the man's identity. It was however, a great surprise to them all that the identification didn't fit any member of the expedition.
"Arnold Banner", Steve said reading out the name aloud.
Jim was puzzled. There hadn't been anyone of that name on the expedition.
"What else does it say?", he asked.
"It says here that he is a Russian citizen, but his occupation is unknown", Steve replied.
"You mean was unknown, we now know he was dinosaur food", added Hans, perhaps a little distastefully.
"Interesting", commented Jim, "His name doesn't sound that Russian".
He took the wallet from Steve and stared at the picture. The man definitely did not look like a Russian. He looked more like someone from the United States.
"I have no idea what's going on, but I don't like it", he murmured.
"What should we do?", asked Steve.
"We continue", replied Jim, "And avoid these people if we come across them; chances are they fled at the sight of the Spinosaur anyway and poor old Arnold there couldn't run as fast as his mates". He gestured to the spilled stomach contents.
"But I think the most important thing now is for Hans to go and get washed because he stinks of shit", Jim added. Hans chuckled, as he always did in that kind of situation, finding it amusing when he became the centre of attention for all those different reasons.
"Go on, there's a river nearby", said Jim, "Go and clean yourself, and don't come back till you do".
Hans smiled and walked off, heading for a nearby river.
Sarah felt coldness inside her. Though she was in a humid environment with the sun glaring down upon her, she still felt cold. Mike walked a few feet behind. Since he had asked her out he had been following her like a lost puppy, and it was beginning to get on her nerves. The rest of the group were further behind, but stayed close together, almost bunched. Apart from Mike, she was isolated.
A group of buildings came into view. The abandoned village was now in sight. David looked cautiously at the forgotten dwellings, which were now covered with vegetation, and weathered from the storms that frequented the islands.
Hans found the river, and immediately began to wash the semi-digested matter off of him. He actually felt a bit unnerved being down by the waters edge on his own, whereas he would usually be in his element if it where in some other part of the world. Reminds me of the Amazon, he thought to himself.
He remembered his battle with the gigantic anaconda in the deepest reaches of the Amazon rainforest. He had been gutting a fish on the deck of his boat, when the gargantuan serpent had rose out of the still river water and embedded its jaws around his right shoulder. He never knew what had provoked the serpent to attack, but looking back it would have probably been the smell of fish guts. Fortunately his quick reactions had saved him as he had lashed out with his knife when the snake had tried to wrap its muscular body round him. The razor sharp blade of his knife ended up slicing through the snake's neck, causing it to eventually die of blood loss. He had then hacked the head off and told people from then on that he had dealt with the animal with skill and precision, claiming to have decapitated it with one blow.
He shuddered at the memory.
From that day on he had promised himself to always be alert for anything that might try to attack him. As he travelled a lot, this offered a variety of hazards that he had to be on the look out for. It was a question of being the hunter, and not the hunted. If he was the monster, then surely nothing could jump out at him.
A rustling in the bushes startled. He turned, his Luger drawn. It was a compy.
Blasted things he thought.
The little bipedal beast chirped cautiously at his aimed weapon. But seemed to realise what he was threatening it with, and so ran off. The small menace gone, Hans turned back to the water and finished cleaning himself.
Steve was pressed as hard as he could against the damp wall of the cave, as far as possible from those formidable jaws. Hans and Jack were crouched close to the ground, occasionally wincing when the beast's snout came too close for comfort.
Jim lurched back when one of the Spinosaur's clawed hands groped at the entrance, almost coming into contact with Jim's flesh. That's it, he thought, that time was much too close. It was now or never.
Holding one of the large BMG rounds, he felt incredibly nervous. There were very few left, and if he missed they would all be done for. How he could miss at point blank range was a different matter, but the very thought still made him feel uneasy.
"Give me some room here", he warned the others, "I don't want you getting recoil in your face". He loaded the round into the chamber, and pointed the weapon at the creature blocking their escape.
The biting mouth outside was huge. Within it rows of razor sharp teeth were lying in wait for anything that entered the cavernous jaws. A muscular tongue dripped saliva out, and a stench of rotten flesh wafted into the cave interior whenever it exhaled. The Spinosaur opened its mouth wide and roared at the trapped humans. Jim saw his chance and took.
With a squeeze of the trigger, the colossal bullet was fired straight into the Spinosaur's mouth and up into its brain, where it exploded messily. The terrifying monster had been defeated, and Jim felt he was the most powerful man alive.
David and Jo rushed towards each other, so they could embrace themselves after yet another horrific ordeal. He was shocked at how his lover had acted just moments ago, as was she.
"I couldn't let you die", she sobbed, finally able to let her emotions flow freely. She had totally forgotten any fragment of love for nature, in a bid to save David. Jo had gunned down two prehistoric predators quickly and efficiently, like a killing machine, but driven by fear and rage. They had merely been territorial, thought David, but he was deeply grateful for having been saved.
"Jo!", gasped an astonished voice. It was Karen.
She had actually been the first to follow Jo, as she had made her dash down into the hazardous river.
"Are you all right?", came the concerned question.
"I'm fine", replied Jo, her displayed emotions finally returning to the depths of her soul.
Sarah came forward. She seemed to be surrounded by an air of annoyance at Jo's reckless stunt, but this was effectively dampened by Mike's very character, as he hovered just behind her. Ignoring the decisive action only moments ago, Sarah had assessed the situation, and like always, was going to lead the group to a safer area.
David and Jo looked at her, as they stood in the water, embraced in a state of invincible love. Sarah was a little disgusted at this, but she hid it very well.
Boris appeared behind her.
"The boats have been destroyed, it is now apparent that we are not alone on this island", he explained, unable to keep his voice from sounding too dramatic.
"There's an old workers village nearby", replied Sarah, "We may find a way of contacting a helicopter or something similar there." She took one last look at Jo and David, who were still holding each other, before setting off in another direction and gesturing the rest to follow.
Jim was incredibly happy with his achievement. Almost satisfied. He and the three other men crawled out of their hiding place to properly inspect the fallen carcass of the Spinosaur.
The gigantic beasts brain lay in splattered fragments on the soil, a very large exit wound visible on the top of its skull. The great mouth hung open, the foul smell of rotting flesh still emanating from its throat.
The colours and patterns usually displayed on the great sail had now faded, due to the creature's blood no longer being pumped through its body.
"How am I going to prove it though", he murmured to himself. Steve had actually overheard him, and actually thought Jim's action hadn't been one of skill or bravery at all. Shooting something with an immensely powerful gun through the safety of a hole in the ground wasn't Steve's idea of bravery at all.
Jim was now crouched by the jaws, and was digging into the creature's gums, apparently trying to free something. It then became evident he was trying to get one of the Spinosaur's teeth. He eventually wrenched one free and stared at it in amazement as he held it in his hands.
Hans and Jack had gone a little bit further on their short walk around the dead dinosaur. Hans had stopped at the creature's belly, and with a grin, pulled out his legendary knife. Jack knew what was coming and covered his face as a show of embarrassment, even though there was no-one their to view it.
"Lets see what this dino had for lunch", said Hans, grinning. And with that he plunged his razor sharp blade into the creature's flesh.
Though the skin was tough, the knife penetrated it as it would have any other type of flesh. Eventually Hans managed to cut out a fairly big hole, revealing the bulging stomach bag and entrails within the creature's body. Slicing again, this time into the stomach wall, Hans cut almost surgically a large gash. The other three were now all watching him do this, and were all grimacing. This was mainly due to the stench, but almost because of the way Hans had done it so neatly, with the hands of a surgeon.
Upon having created a wide cut across the stomach, the bag quickly split open fully and out of it flooded a wave of semi-digested matter. Hans cursed as he was covered in the remains of all sorts of things. Jim, Jack and Steve could only watch and laugh. However, there was something that caught Steve's eye that made him become silent, as Hans began shaking off the dino-chow from his clothing. A bone was protruding from the opened stomach. Steve approached it and yanked it out. He felt sick when he realised what it was, a human femur. Someone had recently perished at the Hell's gates that had been the Spinosaur's jaws. But who exactly, Steve didn't know. He began rummaging around in the stomach, searching for anything that could give him a hint of who had owned the femur. The small traces of remaining acid stung his hands a bit, but eventually he found something, a wallet.
Rubbing away the excess crap from the wallet, Steve opened it. Inside was the man's identity. It was however, a great surprise to them all that the identification didn't fit any member of the expedition.
"Arnold Banner", Steve said reading out the name aloud.
Jim was puzzled. There hadn't been anyone of that name on the expedition.
"What else does it say?", he asked.
"It says here that he is a Russian citizen, but his occupation is unknown", Steve replied.
"You mean was unknown, we now know he was dinosaur food", added Hans, perhaps a little distastefully.
"Interesting", commented Jim, "His name doesn't sound that Russian".
He took the wallet from Steve and stared at the picture. The man definitely did not look like a Russian. He looked more like someone from the United States.
"I have no idea what's going on, but I don't like it", he murmured.
"What should we do?", asked Steve.
"We continue", replied Jim, "And avoid these people if we come across them; chances are they fled at the sight of the Spinosaur anyway and poor old Arnold there couldn't run as fast as his mates". He gestured to the spilled stomach contents.
"But I think the most important thing now is for Hans to go and get washed because he stinks of shit", Jim added. Hans chuckled, as he always did in that kind of situation, finding it amusing when he became the centre of attention for all those different reasons.
"Go on, there's a river nearby", said Jim, "Go and clean yourself, and don't come back till you do".
Hans smiled and walked off, heading for a nearby river.
Sarah felt coldness inside her. Though she was in a humid environment with the sun glaring down upon her, she still felt cold. Mike walked a few feet behind. Since he had asked her out he had been following her like a lost puppy, and it was beginning to get on her nerves. The rest of the group were further behind, but stayed close together, almost bunched. Apart from Mike, she was isolated.
A group of buildings came into view. The abandoned village was now in sight. David looked cautiously at the forgotten dwellings, which were now covered with vegetation, and weathered from the storms that frequented the islands.
Hans found the river, and immediately began to wash the semi-digested matter off of him. He actually felt a bit unnerved being down by the waters edge on his own, whereas he would usually be in his element if it where in some other part of the world. Reminds me of the Amazon, he thought to himself.
He remembered his battle with the gigantic anaconda in the deepest reaches of the Amazon rainforest. He had been gutting a fish on the deck of his boat, when the gargantuan serpent had rose out of the still river water and embedded its jaws around his right shoulder. He never knew what had provoked the serpent to attack, but looking back it would have probably been the smell of fish guts. Fortunately his quick reactions had saved him as he had lashed out with his knife when the snake had tried to wrap its muscular body round him. The razor sharp blade of his knife ended up slicing through the snake's neck, causing it to eventually die of blood loss. He had then hacked the head off and told people from then on that he had dealt with the animal with skill and precision, claiming to have decapitated it with one blow.
He shuddered at the memory.
From that day on he had promised himself to always be alert for anything that might try to attack him. As he travelled a lot, this offered a variety of hazards that he had to be on the look out for. It was a question of being the hunter, and not the hunted. If he was the monster, then surely nothing could jump out at him.
A rustling in the bushes startled. He turned, his Luger drawn. It was a compy.
Blasted things he thought.
The little bipedal beast chirped cautiously at his aimed weapon. But seemed to realise what he was threatening it with, and so ran off. The small menace gone, Hans turned back to the water and finished cleaning himself.
