Chapter 13
The group of survivors reached the beach and ran for the treeline. The Spinosaur raced after them, gaining ground with every step. "Head- to–those-close- trees!" panted Eric as the group came to the forest. "He- can't- get- through-there."
Everyone ran toward the spot Eric pointed to and almost everyone made it. Paul stumbled just as he was approaching the treeline and fell face first into the damp sand. He came up sputtering, seemingly fine. Then the monster was there.
"Dad!" Eric yelled as the Spinosaur launched itself at the fallen human. Paul struggled up and ran toward the opening, only a few yards away and flung himself through. The beast took one last snatch at him and missed, Paul made it to safety.
The monster roared its fury and tried vainly to get to its prey. After a few tense moments it stalked away for easier prey, they were safe, for now. Everyone ran to Paul, who, after landing in the soft leaves and dirt hadn't made a sound. As all stood around him he gave a dulled moan and said something which no one could understand.
"What was that again, Paul?" asked Alan quietly as he laid a hand on the father's back. It felt oddly wet and the cloth seemed to be in strips. Alan withdrew his hand quickly and, by a flash of lightning saw a horrible site. The Spinosaurus had not missed its prey, it had deeply scratched Paul's back before leaving. Everyone was shocked and scared. What could they do to help Paul?