A/N: I was ticked when they forgot about the Venture crew in New York, so I made a little oneshot about Jimmy. Anyway, I don't own Kong (Not that I'd fit a giant ape in my house if I did) I don't own Jimmy (Although he'd fit in my house quite nicely...) and I don't own any other character.
The dust clouds finally parted and he found himself under a mass of tangled limbs and massive bodies. Most were mangled in hideous deformations. The moans and bellows of the dying giant lizards were strange and distant as his head throbbed with the blood and adrenaline his heart was pumping to his brain.
Fleeting thoughts of gratitude to be alive washed through him. He wondered how he'd survived the rampant animals and the falling cliffs. His mind wandered to the simple life aboard the S.S. Venture. Sure he'd had to deal with animals then too, the difference was on the Venture, they'd been in cages and knocked out with chloroform, and never at this scale, and usually he wasn't expected to deal with species that were supposedly extinct.
He pushed the dinosaur appendage off his torso, recoiling when he realized it was a head of one of the raptors. He backed away; fear visibly exposed in his wide, cobalt eyes. The nostril of the monster twitched. He stayed rooted in fear to the spot. Afraid, that if he moved, it would take notice of him and snap it's powerful jaws around him.
"Jimmy!" A very familiar voice shouted out to him. A wave of reassurance surged through spine, a slight bit of tension slipping from his shoulders.
"I'm here mister Hayes!" Jimmy shouted to the figure he'd almost always considered a father. He finally got control of his legs and ran to the man. Never looking back at the beast behind him.
Jimmy sent up a thankful prayer that more were alive. He spotted Mr. Drescoll, Preston, Mr. Denham, Mr. Hayes, Mr. Baxter and few of the Venture crew scattered about, some nursing wounds, and most with dirt clinging to their clothes and faces. Mr. Denham was still grasping tightly to the camera like it was a security blanket.
He looked about at the twisted and broken bodies of the colossal brutes, he couldn't help but feel sorry for them. His eyes wandered to the splattered body of one of his crewmates and all the pity he felt a second ago was gone. He could feel what little of the food he still had within him rise to his throat, the taste of bile stinging his nose. Mr. Hayes turned Jimmy's head.
"You don't need to look at that son." Hayes said gently. Jimmy turned his back on the bloody mess and walked numbly along, clutching the rifle close to him. He could still feel the fear coursing through him, threatening to overtake his senses. It was like they'd been shipwrecked in hell, every tree, rock, and creature seemed to scream at him from everywhere: "Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here." Then again, it wasn't an adventure story, was it?