As my partner and I stared, the rain pelted our bodies. Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder rang in our ears. We struggled to keep our cool as we looked at what was before us. Both of us thought that the horror was over, but we were never safe so begin with. I begin to tremble, how could this happen?
How the hell are we going to clean up a pile of shit this big?
After a long day of hard work, my partner and I were ready to pass out. But then the "boss", otherwise known as the great and holy , forced us to do the dreaded task of cleaning the brachiosaur pen. This task includes the usual for any other pen: Inspecting the fences, caring for the foliage, picking up loose items that may have fallen, and... cleaning up the giant shits the dinosaurs make.
If it wasn't bad enough, a massive storm hit halfway through our job! We now have to clean up several truck-sized piles of dino-dung in this horrible weather. At least I have a partner to help.
Amethyst, that's my partner's name. She is a few years older than me, twenty-six I believe. Her cheerful outlook on life and undying love for any and all living things really brightens my day every once in a while. Other than animals, she treasures her lengthy, red hair. Also, I have to say, she is pretty attractive, not that I would ever admit that though.
As Amethyst cries over her hair getting wet, I grab my shovel and try to attack the mountain of crap. The shovel sinks into the hill, making a displeasing sound while giving off an odor that can rival a skunk. I gag. Amethyst lumbers over to where I stand with a look of defeat on her face.
"Oh my god the smell is unbearable!" Amethyst scrunches up her face as the smell hits her. A nearby brachiosaur lets out a long groan, almost as if it is laughing at our struggles. Both of us try to make a dent in the pile. No luck.
"Screw this, I'm going to go pick up any rubble that this storm may be making." I drop my shovel beside the shit and make my way over to the fence, which was a short distance behind us both. The storm has worsened, and strong winds are now pushing against the many man-made and natural structures around us.
Despite the harsh conditions, I couldn't find much rubble in the area. The electric fences also seem to be holding up well. Nothing is caught in the fence, all the wires are intact, the fence lights are off...
Wait, why are the lights out?
If the fence lights are off, it usually means the electricity isn't running through the fence. Although, with this storm, I wouldn't be surprised if a few bulbs blew out. It has happened before. Either way, I should report it to the office.
"Hey Amethyst, do you have the mobile phone?" She nods her head in response and starts fiddling in her back pocket.
Soon she tosses a large, bright, yellow phone with a huge antenna on the top towards me. Surprisingly, I manage to catch the machine. As thunder echoes throughout the island, I struggle to press the respective buttons in order to contact the main office.
No answer. Either everyone left the main office, or the phones are out. Something feels off... or maybe its just my anxiety. Did I forget to take my medication today?
Amethyst walked up beside me. Judging by her face, she must have also given up on the dino-doodoo. "What were you trying to call the main office for?" she asks as she snatches the mobile phone out of my hands. In response I simply point towards the top of the fence. "Oh the fence lights! Don't worry about it, if its an actual problem the office would know by now." Amethyst puts her hands on her hips and grins, "Now listen, we can't cleanup any of this until the storm's over, so let's wait un-"
Her voice is drowned out by a nearby brachiosaur's grunt as it starts to move in our general direction. Seeing this I accidentally give out a small shriek, much to Amethyst's amusement.
"Relax dude," She tries not to giggle, "I bet that ol' guy doesn't even see us." My partner was right, the brachiosaur seems to have no idea we are here. Even if it knew, it wouldn't care. These guys are just big, scaly teddy bears if you think about it.
As this certain individual is most likely lumbering over to get to the foliage surrounding us, my partner and I decide to call it quits for the can't really work with the risk of getting squashed.
As we both go through a fence gate, I ask, "You have the car keys, right?" Amethyst responds with a thumbs up.
Our mode of transportation is the standard 1992 Ford Explorer, the car not only used by most staff, but some of the attractions as well (such as the main tour). It has a dark green paint job; with large, white lettering that spell out "STAFF" on each side.
Amethyst practically jumps in the car. The engine rumbles in response as she sticks in the keys. Another strike of lightning strikes, this time on a tree close by. The bright flash of light and explosion-like sound startles both us and the brachiosaur. The dinosaur raises its neck and moans.
Blindly, the sauropod lumbers away from the supposed "danger". With both its neck and tail swinging violently, it charges straight towards the fence. As the brachiosaur makes contact with the wires, the dinosaur is not jolted with electricity, but instead the wires snap and the huge body of the sauropod barges through.
Before I could even close the vehicle door, Amethyst slams on the gas, straight towards the escaped dinosaur. I want to slap her for being this stupid, but at the moment all I can do is hold on for dear life.
The brachiosaur doesn't notice us, but instead tries to compose itself. As we are about to speed under the sauropod, it starts to turn around.
As the dinosaur's legs shake the ground beneath us, Amethyst's grin widens from ear to ear. At the same time, all I can muster to do is squeak with fear.
One of the brachiosaur's hing limbs raises up slowly above us, and then starts to fall right onto our heads. My mind goes blank. This is how I'm going to die. Mom was right, I never should've taken a job at a dinosaur zoo!
Just before the dinosaur crushes us, Amethyst hits the handbrake and swings out the back of the car. The hing leg comes crashing down, just missing us, but instead smashing the open door on my side and flattening it like a pancake. I cling to my seat.
My partner shouts with joy after we pass the brachiosaur, "Woo baby! Did you see that drift? That was so fucking awesome! I didn't even think this piece of junk could do something like that! Dude, check my heart rate..." All I can do is gasp for breath. This girl is fucking crazy...