Author's Note: I do not own Jurassic Park or any of the characters. They belong to Michael Crichton, Steven Spielberg, and Universal Pictures, I have simply borrowed the characters for this story. I only own my OC Melissa Muldoon, who is Robert's 21 year old daughter. I would like to point out that it would be possible for Robert to have a 21 year old daughter if he was in his 20's when she was born. Also, I am in no way shape or form implying that Bob Peck(the actor who played Muldoon) was schizophrenic, I just wanted to flesh out Robert a bit more than he was in both the film and the book. Please read and review.

This chapter was pretty hard for me to write, as this is the raptor attack from Robert's point of view. The original outcome of the attack has been changed for this story and Robert ends up living.

'If I die, let me die.'-Bring Him Home from Les Miz.

Chapter 6: If I Die, Let Me Die

Melissa, Ellie, and I are pacing in the bunker.

"Something's happened. Something went wrong. Something's happened." Ellie says.

"This is just a delay, that's all it is. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked." John says.

"John…"

"But, John. If The Pirates Of The Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists." Ian says.

"I can't wait any longer. Something went wrong. I'm going to go get the power back on."

"You can't just stroll down the road, you know." I say.

"Rob, let's not be too hasty. He's only been gone…" John says looking at his watch.

I walk over to the weapon cabinet and unlock it saying, "We're going with you."

I take out two shotguns and hand one to Melissa. I grab some shells and we load our guns. By now, John has gotten the park plans out and is looking them over. Melissa and I walk over and look over his shoulder. I study the plans, but they look like Greek to me.

"Come on, let's go." I say.

We walk out of the bunker and down the path to the shed. On our way there we pass by the raptor pen. I look at the fence and see it's been chewed through.

'Shit.' I think.

Ellie starts freaking out behind me as I crouch down to look at the tracks in the sand. The raptors have gotten out and are somewhere in the jungle. We are so dead.

"The shutdown must have turned off all the fences. Damn it, even Nedry knew better then to mess with the raptor fence." I say removing my hat.

I look around for any signs of the raptors, but see none. I put my hat back on and decide we should get moving.

"Come on, this way." I say.

We make our way into the jungle. We're about 50 or so feet from the shed.

"I can see the shed from here, we can make it if we run." Ellie says with a sigh.

"No, we can't."

"Why not?" Ellie asks panicked.

"Because we're being hunted."

"Oh God." Ellie says with a panicked sigh.

"From the bushes straight ahead. It's alright." I say.

"Like hell it is."

"Run, toward the shed. I've got her. Go! Now!" I shout.

Ellie takes off running to the shed and Melissa and I head off into the jungle. We get to a clearing and I go in signaling with my hand for Melissa to stay put. I see the big one watching my every move. I take off my hat and set it on a log and then start unfolding the stock on my gun. I take aim at the animal in front of me and get ready to pull the trigger when another raptor pops out of the bushes next to me.

"Clever girl." I whisper.

I turn to take a shot at her, but I'm too slow and she pounces on me. She goes for my face first, but I throw my hands up to block her attack. Her teeth sink into my left hand and I start screaming. I thrash around trying to get her off me, but it doesn't work and she goes after me again. Her teeth sink into my lower left arm and I scream again.

'Fuck!' I think.

She then shakes me for a bit and I feel the bones in my arm break. Why she hasn't killed me yet is beyond me. It seems like she's playing with me.

"Help!" I scream.

My screaming only seems to make her madder and she shakes me again. That's when I feel my elbow dislocate. I scream once more and she drops me. I go to roll on my stomach, but she grabs my left shoulder.

'Just kill me already.' I think.

Her teeth sink into my shoulder and she bites down hard. I think it's possible that she broke every bone in my shoulder.

'Goddamn it!'

Why doesn't she just kill me already? I swear she's just playing with me. Once she's done tearing up my shoulder, she drops me. She slashes at me with her claws. They dig into my torso and hips and I try in vain to push her off me with my feet.

My struggling only manages to piss her off even more and she goes after my head again. This time I'm powerless to stop her. I'm too tired and weak to even care about what she's about to do next. She grabs my head in her teeth and she shakes me a few times. I notice she's not shaking me hard enough to break my neck, and that I'm thankful for.

She drops me and my head hits the ground with a loud thump. The force of my head hitting the ground is enough to knock me out. I pray that death comes quickly for me. When I finally come to, which is a miracle, Melissa is kneeling next to me. Her shirt and vest are soaked with blood near her right shoulder where I'm guessing the raptor grabbed her with her claws, and there are scratches all over her arms, legs, and face.

"Come on, we have to get moving." Melissa says.

I slowly get myself into a sitting position and groan in pain as I do. Melissa helps me to my feet and we make our way back to the path. Melissa is doing most of the work since my torn up legs don't want to work. I'm just going to slow her down as she tries to get back to safety.

"Robert!" Ellie shouts.

We walk toward the shout and come across a very panicked Ellie. She runs over to us and I notice she looks more scared than panicked. Did she think we died?

"Melissa, Robert, are you guys alright?" Ellie asks.

"What do you think?" Melissa angrily asks.

Ellie looks at her puzzled.

"Look at what those monsters did to my dad." Melissa says.

"Oh God, what the hell happened?"

"The bloody raptors decided to tear into me and make me wish I was dead." I say.

"Oh." Ellie quietly says.

"And I got torn up trying to help him." Melissa quietly adds.

"We need to get you guys to help." Ellie says.

"Leave me and get the hell off the island." I say.

"I'm not leaving you dad." Melissa says.

"I'll only slow you guys down. Just leave me." I say.

"You're coming with us." Ellie says.

Melissa and Ellie put my arms around their necks. I can't help but grunt in pain as Ellie puts my injured left arm around her neck. They then proceed to drag me up the hill. Someone starts shouting Ellie's name. It sounds like Alan to me.

"Ellie!" Alan shouts.

"Run!" Ellie shouts.

Alan takes me from Ellie and helps Melissa drag me the rest of the way to the bunker. Somehow they manage to get me down the stairs and onto a crate. Melissa grabs a first aid kit and starts patching me up. My brain barely registers the pain from her cleaning my wounds.

'Is this the end? Am I dying?' I think.

I'm dying and I don't even know it.

"I don't know why you're bothering with patching me up, I'm not going to make it off the island alive." I say.

"Don't talk like that dad." Melissa says.

Tears are standing out in her eyes and she's trying not to shed them. Yet, I know I might as well be as good as gone. Once we get back to the mainland, I doubt I'll live much more than a few days given the injuries I received.

"With my injuries, it's highly unlikely I'll make it."

Melissa stops what she's doing and grabs my face in her hands. She then tips my face so I'm looking her in the eyes.

"You've gotten through some rough scrapes in Kenya, this is no different." Melissa quietly says.

"You're right, this is worse."

"How do you figure?" Melissa asks as she goes back to tending to my wounds.

"If I do make it, there is a chance I could lose my arm." I say.

Melissa looks at my left arm and lets out a long sigh. My left shoulder is a mess. I know if I make it through this ordeal, I may end up losing my arm.

"You'll be fine dad." Melissa says.

"That's what you think."

"Stop saying you're going to die. I know you won't"

She finishes fixing me up and I take a long look at her. Her hands, face, vest, and shirt are covered in my blood. There are three claw marks on her right shoulder and I suspect they go down her back. And there are other claw marks on her arms, legs, and face. I know darn well I'm a bloody mess.

My left shoulder is mangled, my elbow is dislocated, and my arm is broken. I have claw and bite marks covering the rest of my body. I'm damn lucky to even be alive. As I'm lost in my thoughts, Melissa helps John move Ian from the bunker. She then returns and helps me out.

We get in the Jeep and drive off. We get to the visitor center and pick up Grant, Ellie, and the kids. After that we go to the helipad and get on a chopper. As we fly off I can't help but hope this is the last I see of this Godforsaken place. I don't remember much after that because I pass out from the pain I'm in.