Hey guys. I haven't been giving this story a lot of attention lately and I apologize for that. I meant to finish it during the summer, yet there was another movie I had been writing for and I'm not very potent if I'm writing multiple stories at once. However, that story is finished so now I'm going to attempt wrapping up this story as well. (But I do not intend to end it in a rush, that would make it terrible to read.)

Chapter 11

The villainous Ukrainians had surrounded everyone. There was no escaping. The academics as well as all others braced for their final moments when all of a sudden a screech echoed through the woods. Stunned at first, nobody, friend nor foe realized what was going on. Similar sounds were emitted in response from various locations. Alan neck hairs perked upright. Those sounds could only indicate one creature in particular and that meant a massacre was going to take place.

"This is going to get really ugly." Alan whispered to his friends.

Ian too had recognized the high-pitched noises as well and nodded in reply. Just then the screaming begun. First only one, but more followed as the velociraptors initiated their assault. Gunfire, howling and Ukrainian prayers waved through the atmosphere. The soldiers forgot all about their original targets, as did Yamagata himself by the way. He was busy emptying his enormous revolver into a raptor that was clawing the driver of his jeep.

"This is our chance, go, go!" Owen cried to any man that listened.

Raymond followed his example and soon Arie, Alan and Ian did too. As all were familiar with the plan, all who could escape would be heading for station Gamma. Unfortunately, the dinosaurs had not chosen a side. They were equally inclined to lunge at one of the good guys as well as their enemies. The animals simply attacked anything within their sights.

In the background, one of the mercenaries that occupied the armoured carrier opened the hatch. His idea was to throw a grenade into the swarm of lizards that tore open his fellow countrymen. He pulled out the safety pin from the bomb and locked onto his target. Then, something happened the man had not foreseen. Somewhere from the chaos around a random bullet dug itself into the man's upper arm, with a dramatic consequence. The pang it sent through his limb caused him to drop the explosive into the vehicle itself. Too late to correct this, the APC was disintegrated, sending shards of metal all around the warzone, devastating to all who had unfortunately been too close.

Thus far Owen had been picking up any stragglers he encountered and did not see the danger coming. He was thrown onto the ground and his ears buzzed as he tried to assess his wounds. It was then that he discovered that not the blastwave, but Raymond had pushed him down. The first mate laughed at him. Before Owen could thank him however, he coughed up a some blood and ceased breathing. A chunk of the APC's plating had pierced the chest. Owen closed his eyes. He felt a guilt that there was nothing more he could do for the man that had saved his life.

As he looked around, he didn't spot anyone left to save but himself. In the corner of his eye he caught sight of a motorcycle. He made a quick sprint and checked whether it was still operational. He felt a short moment of happiness when he found that it was. He reached out to mount it when he heard a bone chilling hiss. He turned around slowly. Two metres away from him stood one of the lethal man-sized reptiles. A shiver went down his spine, both from fear as well as excitement. He could also be overtaken at any time the raptor saw fit, however the fact that it hadn't attacked yet made Owen confident that this was an opportunity to try communicating with the animal.

"Easy, you're the boss." He spoke softly.

He went through his knees, made himself small and showed his hands. The animal seemed confused by this strange response to its presence. When Owen sought eye contact, it let out a screech. Immediately he glanced down. His heart pounded in his ears so hard that it drowned the sounds of battle around him.

Then he heard a agonizing howl. He looked up and noticed that someone had shot the raptor. He had no time to find out who. In a fluent motion he jumped onto the motorcycle and turned open the gas.

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Alan was astonished to see so many of them hunting together.

'They must have joined forces once they detected our large group.' he thought.

The explosion had separated him from his friends and in the chaos he didn't know which way to go. He had decided to simply run as hard as he could. While running through the fields of carnage, he was philosophising about why they were hunting in such a large group. Just when he thought to have made it out alive, one of the velociraptors leaped onto him. Just in time Alan broke free from his assailant by unstrapping his bag, praising the unorthodoxly big thing for sacrificing itself for him. Sadly, the dinosaur was not fooled for long and as Alan frantically crawled backwards, the animal realized it had been ripping apart a lifeless piece of cloth.

The raptor got up again and hissed precariously. Then, out of nowhere, Yamagata charged in. Alan's eyes widened. The Asian had nothing but a sword, yet was still assured of victory. Soon though, it became clear that this was a far more dangerous weapon than Alan had given it credit for. Yamagata was very well trained in using his katana. It was as if the blade was an extension of his arm. It rotated and twisted in nigh impossible ways. The raptor was mesmerized by this deadly display and for a moment seemed to forget it was battling a lethal opponent. Suddenly, Yamagata lunged forward and slashed the reptile's eye. It cried out in pain and retreated.

"That was pretty amazing. Thank you for saving me."

" Nobody deserves to die by the hand of these demons." The man said emotionlessly.

He wiped the blood from the katana and pointed it to the doctor.

"That doesn't mean that I won't kill you now."

"What?!" Alan let out surprised.

"I still have my orders." he continued and slowly walked towards Alan.

Thr latter saw no way to talk this man out of this mission. For what Alan had learned about Yakuza soldiers, he knew that their loyalty was unquestionable. Once given an order, Yamagata would rather die than fail.

Unexpectedly, the loud pound of a gunshot brought the blademaster to a halt. Blood dripped from his chest and he fell on the ground.

"You shouldn't have brought a sword to a gunfight." Owen's stated tauntingly.

Flabbergasted, it took Grant a few seconds to realize that the ranger was gesturing him to jump on the back of the motorcycle. He didn't like those. They were too unstable, too bumpy, too…

"C'mon! We don't have all day!"

The hesitancy vanished as the scream another man being massacred reached his ears. It was reason enough for him to ignore his former fear of the vehicle. He sat down and grabbed hold of Owen's shoulders.

"Alright, now hold on! This's gonna get rough!"

As they drove away, Yamagata cursed out loud in his native tongue. With all his energy, leaning on his sword, he managed to get on his knees. Then he heard a growling close to him. From left to right, he found multiple raptors surrounding him. Although the katana in his hand was encouraging, he no longer possessed the strength to wield it. He would probably not get out of this alive. He heard them make clicking sounds to one another and expected all of them to jump on him at once. Then, a fear clasped his heart as the horde of reptiles moved aside to let one of them step forward.

"You?" he let out as he noted the scar on the creature's left eye.

His muttering was answered with two pairs of knife-like talons being drilled into his chest and four rows of teeth tearing through his face.

End of chapter.