Gray ran towards a white Jurassic World hardhat.

He was breathing heavily. Gray picked up the hat, and examined it. There was a large gash in the top of the hat, and bloodstains and grime all over it.

Zach took the hat away from Gray and looked around. He was hoping that whatever did this was not still around.

Zach and Gray noticed by a tree ahead of them, an employee golf cart was lying by a tree. It looked like it had been tossed over there.

"Stay here." Zach said, but Gray followed closely behind his older brother.

The two examined the golf cart, which was pretty beat up.

Zach looked up and noticed something strange ahead among the foliage.

It appeared to be a concrete wall with two large wooden doors.

Zach and Gray walked up a set of steps that were slowly being reclaimed by the jungle.

Zach saw a Tyrannosaurus rex skeleton carved into the wall above the doors.

This had to have been the original Visitor's Center from the failed Jurassic Park.

Zach and Gray pushed open the doors and stepped into what was once the main lobby, now overgrown with plantlife.

"Wow." Zach said breathlessly.

As the walked into the lobby, Zach noticed a pile of fossil bones scattered among the floor.

He picked up a bone. He needed something to wrap around it to make a torch.

Looking at what remained of the floor, Zach saw a banner laying on the ground.

Wiping away the dirt, the words "Ruled" were visible in red letters.

"You still have those matches?" Zach asked.

Gray handed Zach a small box of waterproof matches from his belt bag.

"Here you go."

Zach and Gray continued to explore the ruins of the Visitor's Center.

They examined a barely visible mural of Parasaurolophus. They continued along the wall, and Zach wiped the dirt off a Velociraptor depicted on the mural.

Zach continued onward, but Gray was fixated on it.

"Gray" Zach called out.

Gray flinched, and hurried over to his brother.

Zach and Gray entered a parking garage.

Gray walked over to a shelf and picked up a pair of night-vision glasses. He never saw anything like them before, but they were pretty old.

Gray saw his brother examining the old red and tan cars sitting in the garage, and joined him.

"1933 MG KN Magnette." Gray said, identifying the vehicle. "Sand beige."

"You remember when we fixed up Grandpa's old Chevy coupe, right?" Zach asked.

"Yeah."