The following morning, the group trekked across a grassy plain. A distant roar was heard, several men, including Roland and Ajay, looked towards the source of the roar, rifles readied, but kept on moving.
Later, the group trekked through a forest. As Sarah brushed past a fern, Roland saw a large spattering of blood on it.
"Take a break. Five minutes." Roland announced to the team. As Sarah sat by a tree, Roland walked over, leaning his rifle against it. He crouched down in front of Sarah, asking, "You injured?"
"Huh?" Sarah asked. Roland pointed to the blood on her jacket. "Oh no. Um, it's from the baby. I set its broken leg. It's just not drying in the humidity."
"Roland? A word." Ludlow said.
"Uh-huh?" Roland muttered.
"I'd love to know where we are." Ludlow said, looking at the map. The two men walked away.
Nick sat by Sarah saying, "Makin' friends with Ahab, huh?" Sarah did not utter a word. Nick looked by the tree and saw Roland's rifle.
Dieter walked through the group of hunters that were resting, eating, and drinking from canteens.
Walking up a small incline, Dieter said to Carter, "Hey Carter, I'm goin' to the ladies room. So you wait for me here. Yeah, okay?" Dieter dropped his rucksack and kept walking, his M1 Garand in hand.
Carter however, did not hear Dieter as he had fallen asleep. Dieter trekked through the forest, trying to find a place relatively quiet and out of the way, so he could relieve himself. After finding a spot in a clump of ferns, Dieter took off his vest, put down his rifle, and began unbuckling his belt.
"Oh man. Oh man." Dieter mumbled, hurrying to unbuckle his belt.
Suddenly, a warbling noise was heard in the foliage. Dieter picked his M1 Garand up and aimed it at the bushes.
He walked towards the source of the noises, but they stopped. Suddenly, a Compsognathus thrust its head from a clump of plants, screeching at Dieter.
Screaming, Dieter thrust his rifle up. He chuckled, realizing what the animal was.
"it's not polite to sneak up on people." Dieter said. He pulled out his cattle prod and began poking it into the bushes, trying to frighten the dinosaur away.
Dieter continued walking through the forest, trying to make his way back to the group.
"Hey, Carter!" Dieter yelled. "Where are ya?" Dieter looked around. "Hey, Carter! I got turned around in here." Realizing he had gotten lost, Dieter muttered, "Oh, shit."
As Carter continued sleeping, Dieter yelled off into the distance, "Hey, Carter, let me hear from you!"
"Hey, Carter!" Dieter yelled again. He continued walking through the forest, hoping he could make his way back to the group. "Hey Cart-" Dieter yelled, but cut off as he fell down a steep embankment. As Dieter rolled down the hill, he dropped his M1 Garand and lost his cattle prod in the bushes. Dieter finally landed in the dirt at the bottom of the embankment.
As Dieter lay panting, small footsteps were heard rushing towards him in all directions. A pack of Compsognathuses jumped onto Dieter, attacking him.
Dieter curled up, trying to fight them off. Getting to his feet, Dieter cried out in agony as the creatures bit at him.
"Carter!" Dieter yelled, pulling off Compys that were biting him. He grabbed one by the throat causing it to squeal in fright. "Carter!" Dieter yelled again. Dieter grabbed another Compsognathus and threw it off. Another had grabbed Dieter's upper lip, trying to tear at it with it's jaws. Dieter pulled it off, and the others jumped off and scurried over to a log.
Dieter walked away and the Compys followed. When he turned around, they stopped and stood, staring at him. Dieter chased at them, shouting, causing them to run away again. Dieter picked up a rock from a small stream and threw it at them, the pack scattered.
"Helvete djävlar. Helvete djävlar." Dieter muttered. He was a native-born Swede. Dieter walked away, wiping the blood seeping from his lip.
"Hey, Roland!" Dieter yelled.
Back at the group, Roland picked up his rifle, and looked at the others. "Okay, break over. Moving on." Roland said. The group gathered their items and weapons. "I got it. I got it." A hunter said to another.
Kelly looked at Malcolm. "Carry me."
Another hunter armed with a Browning Auto-5, went up to Carter, still asleep. "Carter?" He said, "Carter." Carter did not move. The hunter picked up a rock and threw it at Carter, waking him up. The hunter motioned that it was time to leave. Carter picked up his rucksack and carried on, never noticing Dieter's abandoned rucksack nearby.
"Hey, Carter!" Dieter yelled, running down the stream. "Roland!"
The Compsognathus pack was still stalking Dieter. "Roland!" Dieter yelled again as he picked up a rock and threw it at the Compys. They were undeterred. He threw another rock. "Get off!" Dieter yelled, kicking water at them, trying to scare them off. The Compsognathuses continued their pursuit. Dieter tripped and fell into the stream. The Compys quickly jumped onto him, continuing their attack.
Dieter jumped back up, and the Compys jumped away from him. He ran for a fallen log. As he climbed over it, Dieter fell. The Compsognathus pack quickly rushed over the log, jumping onto Dieter. Within seconds, they overpowered him.
"N-No, no, no!" Dieter cried out. Dieter screamed in agony as they began attacking him with ferocity. As Dieter's screams stopped, the stream began turning red with blood.