Hello again. Sorry it took me a little while to update. I've had some GCSE retakes to revise for so I can, one day, get onto a palaeontology course at uni :P

Stephen felt around the room for his bag. The room was illuminated with an eerie orange glow by the anomaly, but there were still lots of shadows lurking around the edges of the large space. The anomaly was now locked, with the body of the dilophosaurus sent through and the shards of light that were once suspended in air were compacted together like a hedgehog that was protecting itself from a predator.

He was really worried. When he couldn't get hold of the others over the radio, he had wanted to go and find them. Bryce, however, had other ideas and wouldn't let him leave.

"If anything has happened to them, then it's definitely not safe for you to go on your own," he had said. "Once the anomaly has been locked, we can go and look for them, but until then you stay here." Stephen had wanted to argue but a tiny part of him knew he was right.

Stephen found his bag and quickly opened it, feeling around inside for his torch. He found it, took it out and turned it on, looking around the room at everyone.

"Right, now we are going to look for Cutter and the others. Something else is going on here, apart from the anomalies, and I think we all need to be together." Stephen uttered. After a slight pause Bryce nodded.

"Okay. But you do what I tell you, no matter what." Stephen made a small nod in reply. "Thompson, you stay here and guard the anomaly and Locking Device."

"Yes Sir." he replied in a stern, sure voice.

"Good. Let's go."

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They only made it as far as the end of the corridor before coming to a dead end. There was a wall of iron blocking the door and Connor was busy pulling apart a panel on the wall next to it. He retrieved a small toolkit from his rucksack and began to fiddle with some of the wires.

"Connor, do you know what you're doing?" Stephen asked dubiously, holding the torch up for him to see what he was doing.

Connor turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. "I'm the guy who built a database on all dinosaur species when I was fourteen, remember? How hard can it be to unlock a door?" Stephen waited until he had turned back to the panel of wires before letting an amused smirk cross his face. Much to his surprise though, Connor managed to open the door within a minute or so.

"Told you," Connor muttered as Stephen stepped past him, through to the next section of corridor. They continued to walk when the radio they had with them crackled into life.

"Stephen?"

Stephen grabbed the radio quickly. Cutter sounded slightly withdrawn. "Cutter? What happened? Is everyone okay?"

"We had a run in with a dilophosaurus. Daniels is dead." Cutter stated, his voice wavering so slightly that it was almost impossible to tell. He paused for a second before continuing. "Abby was bitten by it."

"What? Oh my God. Is she okay?" Connor's face went pale as his eyes widened, looking at Stephen.

"Is she alright?" Stephen asked the radio.

"She needs to get to hospital. But we can't get out."

"Where are you? Connor can unlock the doors so we'll come get you."

"We're on the third floor, on the second corridor to the left after you come up the stairs."

"Okay, we'll come and get you."

"Okay. Be quick," Cutter's voice was crackling and fading slowly as he continued talking, being replaced by static.

"Cutter? I can't hear you properly. I think someone's blocking the signal." Stephen waited for a reply, but nothing came. They really needed to get some safer communication systems. The trio of men began to move in the direction of the staircase…

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They didn't have many more doors to unlock, but the few that they ran into cost them almost half an hour

"Can't you go any faster?" urged Stephen, desperate to get to Abby. If she died… He couldn't think about it. Not now.

"I'm tryin'!" Connor sounded just as distressed as him, hurriedly pulling at wires and reconnecting others. Then, to their relief, there was an almost silent click, and the door crawled open. Stephen shone the torch into the opening, to see a gun pointing at his head.

Dun dun DUN! Nah, don't worry, nothing happens. I just wanted to finish this chapter and get it up. I have had so much school work I just wanna kill myself. I spent nearly eight hours writing an essay about chapter 5 of Frankenstein and how Mary Shelley subverts the conventions of the gothic horror genre… Fun, I know…

I'll update soon! :D