On Saturday someone came to my room, like they said. The same guy from the other day took me to each enclosure. We were half way through when I made my decision. I believe that this park is safe. From what I've seen, they have covered every scenario. So I was able to spend the rest of my afternoon enjoying myself. I think the T-Rex fascinated me the most.

We got there in time to watch the feeding. I think it's a little inhumane to only be feeding him goats. He swallows the whole thing in one bite. The whole point of his big mouth and all those teeth is to use them. They should drop in an elephant or a rhinoceros every once in a while. That would really give people a show.

The hamster ball ride through the herds of dinosaurs wasn't that bad either. But the whole time you feel like someone's going to step on you. I'm amazed at how they don't get all "this is my territory" on you. I made sure to avoid the birds all together and just take their word for it. Especially after I learned that they had made two very territorial, very mean, types of flying reptiles. Yeah, I'm not touching them with a ten foot pole. I have enough problems as it is with normal birds…forget the prehistoric ones.

The thought that they could swoop down at any minute and peck my eyes out, is enough to send me into a panic attack. But I feel like I should mention that my best friend was a Lovebird named Sparkles. I got him when I was six and he lived five years longer than his life expectancy. I went to the pet store a couple of years later to see about getting another, and…let's just say it didn't go well. No one can replace Sparkles!

Anyway… I took as many photos as possible. Then went and bought a lot more cameras. All day I kept an eye out for the owner of the necklace. I don't really know what to do with it, so I just stuff it into my back pack. In my back pack, I packed three changes of clothes, an old pair of sneakers, two ball caps, two different jackets, binoculars, and a medium sized medical kit. I always come prepared.

I gather all of my cameras and stuff them in there too. I think I counted ten. That's another thing. I love taking pictures. I would've brought mine, but I didn't want some idiot breaking it. I put my wallet and phone in the outside pocket. Then I put the two Jurassic world canteens in the other outside pockets, one on each side of the bag.

Unfortunately, it's time for me to leave. But I'll be back soon. This morning I signed the papers, so now I'm an employee. Dad's really going to love that. I put my jean jacket on and then swung my bag over my shoulder. I left the room and headed for the stairs. Once at the bottom, I head straight for the desk.

I walk by, tossing my key card on the counter. I slowly make my way to the dock and then board the boat. Since the boat was leaving, it wasn't very crowded. Which was nice because I got a better look at the island. I pulled the plane ticket out of my back pocket, verifying the flight again. Flight 205 to Miami, Florida. Gate B. Flight leaves at 7:30pm on Sunday. Got it.

I don't live in Miami. From there I have to get on another plane, which will take me home. And for me, home is Oregon. I exit the boat and head straight for my plane. After going through all of the security, I confront the ticket lady. She was too nice, for me. How much do they get paid to act like that? I thank her and move on. I board the plane and figure it won't take long to find my seat. Half the world is in this thing. Which you wouldn't have known from the boat ride.

I put my bag down by my feet after I discover that the overhead is full. I have an aisle seat. But I'm sitting next to some newlyweds. Probably on their honeymoon. They look a lot younger than me. The constant whispering is getting on my nerves and we haven't even taking off yet. After the plane took off, I closed my eyes and tried to drown everyone out.

And it worked. For about an hour. That's when a baby in the next row started crying. The plane lurched to the left, causing the people next to me to slam into me. I could feel the plane descending as it rocked from left to right. I quickly glanced around the plane at everyone bracing for impact. A second later, it felt like the plane hit a brick wall. Then we stopped.

Someone from the back yelled to stay in our seats, as I unbuckled. I leaned across the honeymooners and looked out the window. I saw sand to my right and ocean to the left. Where the nose of the plane is. My heart started pumping faster as I sat in my seat. I looked around and then stood. The pilot's door hasn't opened yet. I start walking toward it. I've only taken a few steps when I fall on my butt as the whole plane jerks forward.

A few people scream and start to panic. I stand as it slides forward again and then stops. I take a few more steps, holding onto the seats as it does it again. I look up at the pilot's door, glancing down I freeze. It's not much, but there is water coming under the door. That's not good. The pilot must have died on impact and now the cockpit is filling with water.

That means- the plane slides harder this time. I fall again, despite my efforts. The whole plane is sliding into the ocean. I quickly stand as a man walks up to me. He looks a little older than I but at least six inches taller. He grabs my arm to help steady me. "The plane is sinking into the ocean," I whisper. His eyes quickly lock onto mine. "We need to get everyone off."

He nodded, understanding what I was getting at. We need to clear the plane of one hundred and fifty passengers and not cause too much panic. "Okay!" the guy yelled, "every one listen!" The crowd quickly shut up. "I need everyone to follow my orders. One by one, I need everyone to exit the plane the way you came in. I want everyone in the front seats to go first and then the middle and so on. There's no need to panic, everyone just needs to get off this plane."

One of the flight attendants opened the door and the crowd went crazy. Everything this guy just said went in one ear and out their rear. People were moving faster than I thought they could. Pushing and shoving, making sure they get out alive. The plane jerked again. But this time, after it stopped I could still feel the ground moving.

Just enough to feel it. Now the water was a foot away from the door and people saw it. They started screaming, causing more of a panic. The people closest to the water began shoving their way to the front. Some three hundred pound guy was bulldozing people over. He shoved some people past me, forcing me to shove myself against the seat.

Then he came up next to me, continuing to shove. At that point I'd had enough. I straightened my arm and then through it back as hard as I could. My elbow breaking his nose as it hit, and yelled, "Wait your turn!" He stumbled back, blood running down his face. I looked toward the back of the plane. The guy was nowhere to be found.

Then I started making my way to my seat. I grabbed my bag off of the floor, tossing it over my shoulder as I stood in my chair. Only a quarter or so of the plane was empty now. Three guys were trying to shove themselves out the door at the same time. Some black guy came up behind them and shoved the middle guy, causing them all to fall out.

On the other side of the plane, across from me, the woman and her baby stood next to her seat, getting shoved around. She must have gotten separated from her husband. I wait for my opportunity and then jump across the aisle, landing in the middle row. I step on to the floor and then walk up to her, pushing the people away from her. "Come on. I'll get you out of here."

She looked relieved and frightened at the same time. I opened the overhead above them and pulled out what looked like a dipper bag. "Grab the other one too," She said. I reached up and pulled out a large duffle bag shoved in the back. I held the two bags in my left hand and then placed my right on her back. As soon as I saw a spot, we jumped out into traffic and made our way two the door.

I glanced back and saw more water. There was another jerk as we neared the door. A couple of guys let us go ahead of them. She slid down the yellow inflated slide first. I tossed down the bags and then slid down. I quickly got the bags and then guided the woman out of the way. We ran up onto the beach, closer to everyone else. I turned around and looked.

It was night fall and hard to see. But as soon as my eyes adjusted, I could see the outline of the plane. A third of it was now in the water. People were still pouring out, when I heard a disturbing sound. There was a loud creak like a ship makes followed by the sound of paper sliding across a table. And then the whole plane started sliding into the ocean. And didn't stop.

Thirty seconds later, only the tail was visible. Once it stopped moving all anyone could do was stare. A minute later, someone came up out of the water. A split second later, three or four guys were taking their shirts off and running into the water. Then more people came out of the water. Three minutes later, all of the guys were making their way back to shore.

The woman next to me shouted something and then ran to her husband a few feet away. They hugged for forever and then walked up to me. "Thank you." The man was out of breath. All I could do was nod. How many people didn't get off the plane? I snapped out of it and gave them their bags. "What's in the duffle bag?" I asked.

"About a million diapers," The woman replied. I nodded and then held out my hand. "Kit." They paused for a second and then the man took my hand. "Chuck," He said. "And this is Sarah." I smiled and then looked back at the tail sticking up out of the water. The wind was warm as it hit you. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder.

The man from earlier came up to me as the couple left. "Glad to see to mad it," He said.

"Yeah, me too," I said. He was soaked. Probably one of the ones who went back in. "Where do you think we are?" he asked. I tossed my bag on the ground and then sat. "On an island," I replied. I could hear him smile as he sat. "Funny."

"I'm Ben," He said.

"Kit." We both stared out into the ocean. After that we didn't say much. I tried to sleep at one point, but it was no use. Everyone was talking too much. At eight the sun was fully awake and I was able to look around. I grabbed my bag and started walking around. It's definitely a tropical island. Palm trees are everywhere. Now only a foot of the tail is out of the water. It's only ten feet off shore. There must be a ledge right there.

There's nothing but beach for miles in each direction. The tree line is about thirty yards from the water. The crowd was murmuring about water and food. It crossed my mind also. But I shouldn't be hard to find some coconuts and stuff. As for water…maybe we can find fresh water a little farther inland. I put my bag on the ground and then got down on my knees.

I put my hair in a pony tail and then put on my ball cap. I closed the bag and stood as Ben approached. "So how many are there?" I put my back pack on. "Eighty eight," He said.

"Out of a hundred and fifty?" He nodded. Sixty two people died last night. "Yeah, fifteen were dead this morning, from various things. And Darius is trying to get everyone to journey inland, instead of waiting here for rescue," Ben crossed his arms.

"Who's that?" I asked. He pointed behind me to a tall black guy. The same one I saw on the plane last night. "I think we should stay here for a couple of days, give rescue a chance before leaving." Ben nodded, agreeing with me. "Then tell him that," He said. I looked at Darius again. That's exactly what I plan on doing.