THE LOST WORLD: JURASSIC PARK

1 - Her Island of Eden

Four years later...

Golden yellow eyes could see it in the distance; a yacht and gradually becoming larger as it neared the islands. More tourists, hmm? Here to try and take a peek at the island titans? Or maybe attempt to catch one of the little, seemingly innocent dinosaurs? Not today. Not on her island and she recoiled back into the tropical flora.

Within an hour's time, the yacht was anchored offshore and a table and chairs picnic arrangement set up on the beach. Pet readjusted herself where she laid in a tree, camouflaged in dried mud and bits of foliage to match her surroundings. It was pretty effective, too, for a little girl accompanying the island visitors didn't notice as she walked by not five feet away.

The little sun-dressed brunette happily hummed a melody to herself and took a bite of her sandwich. She slowed to a stop when she heard a sound nearby in some rustling bushes. The sound came again and out leaped a chicken-sized dinosaur, chirping at the little girl.

Brown eyes widened when she saw the animal and smiled. "Well! Hello, there." The Compsognathus chirped again and bobbed its head. "What are you?" and the girl knelt down to get a better look at the creature. "A little bird, or something?" From within the tree, Pet squared her eyes down on the scene. She knew a pack based dinosaur wouldn't be alone. The little girl handed the dinosaur a bite of her sandwich, which it happily ate. "Mommy! Daddy!" She looked back in the direction to where the picnic site was, continuing. "You've got to come see this! I've found something!"

More Compys emerged from the forest growth and joined the other. Anxious for more of the tasty meat, the first dinosaur tried to snag the sandwich from the girl only to fail when she jumped to her feet in fright. Now there were at least ten if not more of the chicken-sized creatures, each chirping, and squeaking at the girl.

"Are you looking at this?" The girl held up her sandwich as she tried to sidestep through the growing mob at her ankles. She tossed the sandwich at the animals and tried to scurry to get away, but wasn't able to.

The dinosaurs continuously tried to leap on the little girl, which caused her to lose her balance and fall to the sandy ground. She became swarmed by the dinosaurs, each pecking and biting at whatever they could. Pet's sense of moral urged her to save the girl, but she still sat motionless, watching. What's to say the little girl wouldn't tell her parents of the jungle woman that helped save her, only for the parents to report her to appropriate authorities in charge of the island? That would then make her subject to yet another InGen lead manhunt to find her and kill her. Was doing the right thing by saving the girl worth the risk of being reported?

Pet leaped from the tree limb and onto the soft earth. Before risking being seen, she kicked a small bit of sand into the little girl's face to momentarily blind her. Because the little girl was hysterical in trying to fight off the dinosaurs, she didn't notice the mud caked form behind her. Pet let out a fierce shrill, startling many of the Compys and scattering them back into the bushes. One was brazen enough to try and attack her, Pet amused by it. The tiny dinosaur jumped from her arm and towards her face, but the hybrid stopped it. She grabbed it by one of its tail and ripped it off her person to throw off to the side.

Movement from the corner of her eye got Pet's attention, and she instantly bolted for cover back in the tree. She looked to see the parents and a few of the yacht crew come to the little girl's rescue. Knowing their attention would be elsewhere, Pet took the opportunity to retreat to the jungle depths she embraced as home.


Three days passed by since the intrusion of the island's tourists. A part of Pet was curious to know what became of the little girl and if by chance, she had spotted her. Surely between getting attacked and the dirt in the face, she had eluded discovery. Pet kept a watchful eye out on the horizon in the direction of the mainland, expecting to see helicopters or more boats. Thankfully she saw nothing, but that didn't mean someone wouldn't eventually come around again. Given the latest incident, would InGen sit around and do nothing as their islands were left unprotected? Would they come back to destroy the animals or even maybe, enforce no travel zone restrictions?

Pet watched the sunset and heaved a sigh. Only time would tell.


Sarah Harding couldn't believe she was going to finally get the chance to observe dinosaurs in their natural environment and smiled excitedly. Once a blur on the ocean's morning horizon, Isla Sorna now loomed ahead, and the woman gathered her equipment. She didn't need much as she was already accustomed to residing outdoors and shoved her camera back into her bag.

The captain of the boat approached the red-headed woman and inquired. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Sarah nodded. "Absolutely."

The Central American man frowned and nodded. "Alright. As soon as we hit the beach, then, be ready to jump off. I don't want to stick around any more than I have to."

"Alright." She couldn't take her eyes off the island as the smells of tropical plant life filled her nostrils. How could a place so beautiful like this be so dangerous? A slight smile of amusement stretched across her features when she thought of all the horror stories Ian had told her. Surely he was overreacting, as he usually did to the most minor of things.

The boat coasted up to the beach, allowing the passenger to offload. The captain called out, "This is your last chance, Senora."

Sarah smiled reassuringly to the boat's crew as she back peddled through the ankle high water and onto the shore. "I'll be fine, gentlemen. Thank you for the ride." Certain the woman was doomed, the captain waved her off and ordered the crew to leave the island.

Oh, how beautiful the island was and Sara took a deep inhalation of the fresh air. It had been a long time since she had smelled a place so intoxicating. There were no foundries to cloud up the air with its smut, no car exhaust; nothing. This was raw nature, and it was exhilarating to the woman. Eager to explore more of the unharnessed island of Eden, Sarah started her hike through the undergrowth, being careful where she stepped.

She took a moment, however, to retrieve a map and GPS from her lucky pack. Circled on the map were the coordinates for where a base camp was to be set up in a few days time and made her way there. She wanted to stick close to the area so as not to wander off too far for when the rest would arrive. Until then, she would take in as much around her as she could.

After a day's adventuring and a full roll of film, the evening was beginning to set in over Isla Sorna. Knowing it was gradually getting too dark to get excellent picture quality, Sarah set up camp near the marked co-ordinates and settled in the for the night.

But she wasn't alone. Tucked off in the growing shadows was Pet, her eyes locked on the small tent set up in a cliffside clearing. Who was this woman and why did she carry a faint but familiar scent? Throughout Pet following the redhead from earlier in the day, the hybrid had noticed vital things usually associated with skilled hunters. The most noticeable of these things was how the woman managed to completely avoid the carnivorous species of dinosaurs by staying downwind of them. Pet figured by now, the packs of Compys known to wonder the island would've found her. Surprisingly they hadn't. The hybrid quietly climbed up a tree and got comfortable, eyes locked onto the tent.