A 1955 Series 1 Land Rover, drove through the Peddlesphere Valley and then came to a stop.
"Stay in the car." Owen said to Claire.
Owen stepped out of the Land Rover, brandishing his Marlin Model 336. He began walking towards an Apatosaurus that was laying on the ground. As he got closer, he noticed the animal's body was covered in slashes. Owen saw a single slash mark across the base of the Apatosaur's neck. This one was a mortal wound.
Owen kneeled down next to the wounded Apatosaurus.
"Hey. Hey." Owen whispered, trying to calm the Apatosaur.
Claire got out of the Land Rover and walked up to the Apatosaurus.
"Hey." Owen whispered again.
The Apatosaur groaned in pain.
"I know, I know." Owen continued whispering, and trying to soothe the animal. "That's all right. All right, girl."
Claire knelt down and placed her hand on the Apatosaur. It had been a long time since she had physically touched any of Jurassic World's dinosaurs. Claire suddenly remembered what Masrani had told her earlier in the chopper, about seeing enjoyment in an animal's eyes. Claire saw nothing but pain and despair in the Apatosaur's eyes.
The Apatosaurus lifted its head up suddenly, groaning.
"Okay. Okay. Okay, okay." Owen said, softly, trying to keep the animal calm.
Claire placed her hand back on the animal as it drew its last breaths.
A single tear rolled down Claire's cheek as the animal became still.
Owen looked off into the distance. He got up suddenly, holding his Marlin.
Owen and Claire walked over the crest of the hill and before them, five other Apatosaurs laid dead. Birds were scavenging the corpses.
Claire gasped in shock.
"It didn't eat 'em." Owen said. "It's killing for sport."