Driving through the wildernesses of Jurassic World was a no-go. When Owen had found the Indominus' trail from the carnage of the Apatosaurus herd, he'd been almost relieved that it was well away from the rest of the visitors trying to get back down south. What he wasn't relieved about was that, when Claire got back in touch with Control, they had told her that the gyrosphere had pinged last somewhere around the Old Visitors' Center from the first park.

Many of the portions of the old park — the concrete moats and the maintenance buildings in particular — were already built over or out of the way enough to not warrant Masrani building over them or closing them off to the public. However, the Old Visitors' Center was a stark contrast; it was a piece of history of the park, and Simon apparently had wanted it preserved. In comparison to the other areas of Jurassic Park, it was the only section where visitors could get a clearer look at what was to be; it was initially planned to leave it as a star attraction piece for Gentle Giants, where guests could get off and take a walk around the old center, connect with nature and see what John Hammond would have done with an interactive guide.

However, much of it was too dangerous to be around for the public when refurbishment began. The building was dilapidated and crumbling with a risk of total collapse and the foundations were sinking into boggy earth. Jurassic World, instead, chose to build perimeter fences around the surrounding building and bog. It was expected that the original structure would collapse eventually on its own, and then the cleanup teams could have gone to pick up the remains and either build a replica or something else. Owen didn't really know or care too much. The main attraction was the dinosaurs, not the building anyhow.

Apparently the guests, and unfortunately the Indominus, had managed to find their way into this small bit of restricted land, given the gate lain on the ground. Looking down at the footfalls of the Indominus, Owen could absolutely believe that she tore the gate off its hinges with its claws. She seemed strong enough to do that. And it made him all the more nervous traipsing into there. Claire had been quiet at that point; it seemed that the dead Apatosaur herd had gotten to her, and Owen could easily tell. There was… some new stench billowing around her. It was almost like rain: a strong scent of wet earth and rotting leaves, and he could tell that it was from her specifically because it followed her; he'd initially noticed it when he returned to the car to get an idea of where to go next.

Owen's newfound increased sense of smell scared him at this point. If he could smell Claire this strongly, it would be no question that the Indominus could catch her scent on the wind. He'd pleaded a few times for her to stay behind and wait for him. She had not listened, and now they were walking into the lion's den. They had no idea if the Indominus was around or not, and Claire's smell was… beyond distracting.

"Oh my god!" Claire called out. Owen just about whirled around, finger on the trigger of his rifle, just to see his boss startle at a pack of compys that had just gone by. She took a breath in relief, looking to the unamused raptor trainer with a bemused grin as the compys scampered in the direction of the Indominus' footprints.

"Claire, I know you're not used to getting this close to the animals, but could you keep it down?!" he hissed. "This isn't just a stroll in the woods!"

"If it was here, wouldn't we know it by now?"

"No, we wouldn't," Owen reminded swiftly. "In case you forgot, your little monster is good at ambushing." Before she could retort, Owen had already started back along the trail, following Indominus to the next clearing.

That was when the smell hit him, strong and pungent. Well before the trainer had even walked into the clearing, the smell of sweet-sour meat hit his nose. And the closer they got, the more his nostrils began to flare. It was an unconscious action, something he wasn't even aware of until Claire interrupted again, perhaps a little too loudly again.

"Owen?"

"Do you smell something?" he asked, earning a questioning stare from his tagalong before he started following the smell. It was a good 10 minutes away from them, just a little less than a mile into the thicket. He could see another perimeter fence when they came across a clearing, delineating the boundary of the old visitors' center. And in the clearing, there was the source of the strong mix of decay and fresh meat.

Flies and compys had already begun to buzz around the unmoving Ankylousaur, and looking around it, Owen could further-see that a scuffle had happened. A toppled tree, plenty of divots in the ground from heavy feet, and the dinosaur's decapitated head sitting about 20 feet away. The dinosaur's beaked mouth seemed in a permanent grimace, deep gouges running across the side of its head and poking out one of its eyes. The flesh from the neck was ragged and torn, but not as though it had been bitten off. It was was though the Indominus had torn it off.

Yet what truly appalled him was the stench. The sweet-sour smell of early decay would have made anyone else turn away. But not him. In the back of Owen's mind, something gnawed at him, telling him he should do something. His stomach grumbled, and it was only then that Owen realized how hungry he'd been. Eating only salami and one measly steak, the prior which he threw up, had made him hungry.

It wasn't like he was unused to the smell of early decay. He worked with the velociraptors, after all. But it was disconcerting, odd in every facet that the one thought at the back of his mind wasn't pity for the poor herbivore. It was hunger, and wanting just a taste. The thought gnawed at the back of his mind the way a dog gnawed at a bone.

"Hello?!" Claire's voice sharply rung through the forest, drawing the raptor trainer from his hunger-induced stupor, his relatively empty stomach still grumbling. Turning in Claire's direction, he could see her panicking around the site of a crash. It was the gyrosphere, torn apart like it was nothing but a toy. Sparks flashed around the gyroscope, and broken, thick pieces of glass littered the ground. Walking away from the body and the chirping compys, Owen went over to try and quiet Claire's hysterics.

"Hello?! Is there anyone out here?! Hello?!"

"Hey!"

"Oh god, no-no-no!" she almost bawled. Owen could see it too: the cracked lens of a phone on the ground, damaged in what was likely a very dangerous scuffle.

"Claire!" Owen said, trying to keep his voice low as she began to panic. To be fair, if he was a suit like her, he probably would've floundered the same way. But he had noticed three things. One, muddy, shoed footprints in the boggy ground, with larger, three-toed footfalls behind. Two, the smells; they were still relatively fresh, bitter and sharp and the only smell of decay was coming from the dead Ankylosaurus just a jaunt away. Three, the lack of blood. The only blood that Owen could find was on the gyrosphere's exterior, next to an embedded, raptor–like tooth.

"They made it out." Claire seemed to sigh in relief before Owen's nose started flaring again. While he was following the smell, he was more concerned with the footprints. They were easier to track. The smells were everywhere, hard to distinguish, but helped tell if he was on the right track. He could hear Claire behind him, panting in the tropical heat of Isla Nublar. As they approached a roaring waterfall, Owen could easily tell what had likely happened, given the skidding, large footprints of the Indominus Rex.

"Oh my god, they jumped!" Claire said matter-of-factly.

"Brave tourists."

"Hello?! Hello?!" Claire yelled again, this time loudly into the echoing waterfall. Owen reached over to shush her. The wet smell was gone from her, replaced with a new scent that tickled at his nose. It was acrid, almost like burning rubber.

"Hey, I am not one of your damn animals!"

"Listen!" Owen hissed. His terror was extreme at this point. Her screaming, her smells, her consistent attitude in spite of her prior agreement to listen to every word he said… it almost made him want to abandon her and just tell Hoskins and Masrani that the Indominus got her. It was a cruel thought, but he would have rather lived to see another day.

"Those people are still alive, but you and I will not be if you continue to scream like that!"

"So… you can pick up their scent, can't you?! Track their footprints?!" Claire asked, her voice now low but flurried.

"I was with the Navy, not the Navajo!" he protested.

"T-then what should we do?! What do you suggest we do?!"

"You get back! Go back to the car, bring it back to the gyrosphere! If they're still here, which I think that they are, I'll find them!"

"No! No! We'll find them!" Owen rolled his eyes, shaking his head before grabbing Claire firmly by the shoulders.

"Claire, you are proving nothing to anyone by trying to help where you're not good!"

"Excuse me?!"

"You need to do what you do best: manage. Go back, bring the car, and wait! I'll be on channel 9!"

"Owen, no!"

"Claire, yes! I am not going to let you die needlessly because you decided you were better off trying to do something you're not equipped for!"

"Just because you have a gun —" Owen groaned at that point, his tone raising beyond the hissing whisper that they had been at.

"Oh Jesus Christ, Claire!" he snarled. "I know what I'm doing! You couldn't even bother to admit when you were wrong in a management situation! So this is no longer me telling you nicely, this is me telling you that if you don't get back to the car and wait there and listen for when I've found your guests, I will drag you by those ridiculous shoes and call a ranger to pick you up instead! Do you understand?!" It was at that moment that Owen could see how taken aback Claire was. She didn't want to admit, still, that she was wrong. But instead of arguing, there was the same look he got when he lost his temper in Control: fear, muddled by its growing scent.

Owen was dizzy now, his stomach grumbling as he pulled the gun off his back. He checked to make sure a round was chambered before gesturing back the way they came.

"Keep in touch with me and Control. I'll get your guests back safely…" Claire only nodded in response, giving a huffed sigh before powerwalking off, with Owen left to follow around the side of the cliff and down toward the riverbank.


Ed Regis was not at all patient. He hadn't expected to be called by Hoskins of all people, let alone with a demand that he get the troops from Sorna there now. Regis was the public relations manager for InGen Security Division. Most of the time, he was expected to simply tell customers like Jurassic World what they wanted to hear about the security features, and that was that. He'd already done enough for the company in the 90s as their public relations manager; in fact, after Peter Ludlow died, the InGen board of directors had considered replacing him with Ed. He was only passed up for the role when Masrani took the company under his wings. Thank god, in his eyes.

He wasn't the biggest advocate of Marani; he was too much of a dreamer, even by comparison to John Hammond. So instead of being directly under him in InGen's former nucleus, he wanted to transfer to a different public relations outlet. Unfortunately, he had no credentials to talk about any of the dinosaurs or whatever the InGen Applied Sciences Division came up with. So, he took the next best thing: security and security tech.

Unfortunately, Vic Hoskins grated on Ed as well. By the time he had gotten to really know Vic, he was already so ingratiated in the InGen Security Division's structure to leave. And now, here he was, back where it all began: Isla Nublar. He'd never been a part of the original Jurassic Park project. He was only InGen's public relations manager, after all, and Hammond wanted the affair as compartmentalized as possible to ensure that none of the secrets that InGen hid were allowed to get out.

And now he was here in this god-forsaken heat with this god-forsaken glorified animal tamer, who was making his damn job harder! This one, Barry, he'd given Vic's men the excuse that they'd needed to do nothing other than lollygag and gawk on top of the railing at the dinosaurs in the pen. And now he was waiting on Vic to simply get down from Control and make the situation go smooth again so he could return to air conditioning and get away from it all.

Thankfully, Vic seemed on top of everything as he pulled up. The Mercedes he'd pulled up in, by comparison to the InGen security vehicles, was about as sleek and modern as the cars out on the LA freeways. It didn't belong at all in the jungles of Nublar, and it didn't look like it was rugged enough for the park rangers. When Vic stepped out, his tone was very clearly unamused.

"What's the problem?"

"Umm… Barry here, he says we aren't setting up shop. Y-You said that Owen approved our setup!" Vic's expression didn't change as he walked over with Ed toward the nearby Frenchman.

"He will. Alright boys, start unpacking!" Ed's lips pursed at that. He disliked the obvious lie, and clearly so did the animal trainer.

"Vic, what're you doing?" The heavyset head of the division gave a lighthearted chuckle to Barry before answering his question.

"What's it look like? We're setting a basecamp." Vic responded cooly. "I've got forty men, thirty more on the way to take over control ops too. They need a basecamp to set up."

"You aren't setting up here without Owen's approval Vic." Ed almost flinched at the tone, straightening his hat. Vic simply gave a shrug and a smarmy kind of expression of disappointment.

"Well… Grady's a lil' preoccupied right now. You're under my payroll anyways, not his."

"But you aren't my boss."

"Sure I am. I write your paychecks, you do as I say, and —"

"I mean you gave Owen free reign here. When he's not in charge, he puts me in charge. And I'm saying no," Barry responded simply. Arms were crossed now, and the glint in Hoskins' eye told Ed Regis all he needed to know. Vic wasn't taking "no" for an answer.

"Alright? Here it is in simple terms. We got a big dino on the loose, and a shit-ton of heavy firepower for it. Owen isn't here, so it isn't you who's in charge. You're in charge of your men. I'm in charge of this operation."

"Don't you have an entire sector up north you could set up at?"

"Not developed enough, not enough roads, and not enough open space," Vic replied. "You can step aside and let us do our job, or you can get detained. Your call." The pair stared each other down for a few minutes before he shrugged.

"Fine. But when Owen gets back, then it's his call."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes." Hoskins seemed to ignore the Frenchman now before he took out his walkie and picked someone up. Ed only shrugged when Barry looked his way.

"Don't be down," he told him. "At least you'll have beefier security with proper InGen security around."

"Wasn't my call to make, and it's not Vic's either." Regis only rolled his eyes, taking out a satellite phone to get into contact with the rest of the people on the way from Sorna.

"Hoffman," came the voice on the other line.

"It's Regis. We got our base camp. I'll meet you over at Control to start setting up shop."

"Copy."

Without Claire, Owen felt more at ease. The scents that he could catch weren't overwhelming in their presence, and gave him a distinctive trail following the riverbank. He held his gun firm in his hands, ready to fire on anything that was moving toward him. It wasn't quiet, the sound of cuckoos, chirping compys and the sounds of distant dinosaur bellows helped make the jungle feel alive.

If the Indominus was here, she was clearly very good at hiding her presence. And that was what had him on edge. He didn't find any footprints following the lost guests. The creature they made in those labs? It didn't seem at all interested in them. Perhaps she'd moved on. The chirping, cuckooing and the trilling hoot of some nearby dinosaur told Owen that he was fine. At least for now. Looking across the riverbank, he could see a heavy perimeter fenceline nearby. He knew that the perimeter fence and the old park were relatively close. He hadn't expected to see the heavy fencing, however.

The scents had grown old by that point. Owen's tracking was now explicitly by the footprints that he saw in the dirt. They followed until vanishing into a patch of tall grass where the riverbank steered away. But the old, bitter smells? They stayed close to the patch, as though they were following the edge. He had to be getting close.

Taking a left from the patch, it was then that Owen thought he saw something glinting off the sunlight that barely broke through the canopy on something in the nearby dense foliage. It was a ranger cart, crashed into the side of a tree and without its driver nearby. It must've been one of the men sent to search for them. But something didn't add up. The marks on the seats were too small for the Indominus, and the smell. It was strong and pungent. It wasn't fear though… it was all over a foamy substance across the seats.

It had the consistency of foamy glue, or something else like that; while the bubbling foam itself was white, almost like one would imagine rabies foam to be like, the actual appearance was an inky black, and when Owen wiped off his hand on the side of the vehicle, he could feel a slight tingling, even burning sensation on his fingers. He didn't know all the animals, but only one sprang to mind that had that kind of venomous spit. He knew the park kept dilophosaurus separate of the carnivore enclosure after it was clear that they were too aggressive. There was a whole scandal about how a dilophosaurus pack blinded a park ranger who was trying to rescue someone from an attack in Carnivore Canyon. Masrani didn't want to take the risks, and so confined them to the restricted section; there were a few holding pens for the particularly dangerous carnivores in Sector 5; but he'd expected the animals to have been euthanized instead.

Suddenly, the trilling hoot made the hairs on Owen's neck stand up and his shoulders tense hard enough to make his bad one ache. They weren't particularly aggressive predators, at least not normally. But they were territorial. Keeping his gun at the ready, Owen walked a little deeper into the foliage before his eyes picked out some sharp shapes amidst the jungle. Taking off his sunglasses for a brief moment, in spite of the slight discomfort to his irritated eyes, Owen could see the outline of a doorway, with the opening ajar.

This was the old park, and beyond the pungent odor of the dinosaurs' spit on the cart, Owen could smell bitter fear. It was stronger now, easier to decipher. Young was the word that came to mind, which meant that the lost guests were likely kids. And as he stepped into the visitors' center, he could see that they had clearly been there. Shoed footprints all around, and disturbed vegetation.

"Claire?" Owen asked, walkie now in his hand as he walked into the dark and decrepit lobby.

"I'm here," she answered. She'd managed to find her way back. Thank god.

"I think I found our guests."

"Really?! Oh thank god!"

"Sort of… I think I know where they are. They're in the old visitors' center." Silence was the only response. "I'm going in. Get in touch with Control. There's dilophosaurs loose as well."

"What?!"

"You heard me Claire," Owen calmly replied. "Get Control, tell them that dilophosaurs are out."

"Okay… okay. Do you need me to bring the car closer?"

"There's no way to get it close enough. Just stay put." With that last order, Owen began to walk into the abandoned structure, shifting past the old dinosaur bones strewn across the ground. There were a few compys that scattered as Owen looked around for anything that would help with light. Walking through the building, he could see why Masrani had decided not to pursue with the restoration. The entire structure was rotting. Mold and mildew stained the dark walls, muted sunlight shown through wide holes in the walls, vines and plantlife grew all around the long-since decayed flooring.

It was a miracle this place hadn't sunk into the ground yet, let alone collapsed on top of everyone that was currently inside. Pushing through one of the old doors at the back of the rotunda, Owen could see he thought was a dining room; the vines and overgrown nature hid what he thought were a few tables. Beyond that, he could see the carcass of another dinosaur leaned against one of them. This one wasn't fresh like the ankylosaurus, but it certainly wasn't only bones. It looked maybe a couple months old. Its empty sockets stared up and Owen and its jaws were open in abject pain. Loose bits of old dead lizard–like skin clung to its head and ribs in tatters. It was a miracle that this thing hadn't been eaten entirely by scavengers like compys… though perhaps that was saying a little too much for the raptor. It was small, a juvenile if anything.

What puzzled him more, however, was how there was a juvenile velociraptor that'd only been here for a few months. As far as he understood, the only velociraptors on Isla Nublar were his. It made his skin crawl to think that there were other raptors that InGen was breeding on the island. He'd confront Vic about it after he was done here.

Investigating the rotting kitchen next to it, and what he thought was a gift shop, Owen couldn't find anyone. Just more foliage, old food in refrigerators and the carcass. Then he heard something shuffle outside the now-obvious café. It wasn't big, more like the sound of footsteps. He heard them clear enough and slowly walked toward the door. He initially thought that they were footsteps from a dinosaur outside, potentially one of the dilophosaurs. His hands tightly held his gun at the ready.

As the footsteps drew closer, however, Owen could hear voices.

"Hey, remember that garage we saw? Maybe there's some gas or a good battery to use there." It was a kid! At the very least it confirmed his suspicions. Owen's heart stopped in his throat as he heard the other one respond.

"I don't think so Gray… those jeeps were old as Hell. I don't think anyone's been here." As soon as Owen's heart started beating again, he stepped out from the room he'd been investigating, resulting in a scream and a missed swing of what looked like a heavy club. It was one of the bones from the skeleton in the lobby.

"Oh shit!"

"Hey, whoa there! Easy kid!" he said, looking as the older one — someone who should be in high school no doubt — had prepared to swing again. "I'm with the park. I was sent out to find you two." Owen's explanation seemed to calm down the older one, who gave a sigh in relief.

"Thank god!" The younger one, Gray, still seemed nervous though.

"Do you know what happened out there?"

"Umm… y-yeah. We were attacked by some… uh… dinosaur in the hamster ball. We ran over here."

"Did you happen to see another ranger out here?" Owen asked. "Where is he?"

"Dilophosaurus," the younger one answered. "The other ranger… h-he was… he was."

"Hey, Gray. Don't think about it, just think about all we're gonna do when we get back." Owen couldn't help but feel pity for them as the other one looked back up from comforting his clearly-distraught friend… brother? The smells coming off them were similar enough. "Dilo-whatsits got him. He found us first, offered to take us back to the park, and then there was a hoot and then he had spit in his eyes." Owen sighed at that. Another worker down for the count. "We ran in here. I think it was too busy with the other guy."

Owen gave a short nod before taking out his walkie talkie. With the guests found, hopefully it'd be easy getting back up.

"Claire, I got them. I'm headed back up to you," he called, waiting about 15 seconds as there was only the hiss of static in response. "Claire? You there?" More hissing. And that was when he heard it. From the lobby, three hooting cries, haunting and terrible in how close they were, and saw the scampering of compys away from sound across the floor.


Claire had little else to do but wait. After Owen had confirmed that they had to have gone in the old visitors' center, she had little else to do but stay with her thoughts after getting in touch with Control about the dilophosaurs. Claire couldn't help but think Owen was right after his last outburst. She was definitely not cut out to be in the jungle looking for people. When she had been heading back to the car, Claire had thought several times that she'd heard something on the way out of the Sector 5 perimeter.

Thankfully, it'd only been birds. Or she assumed, at least, that's what it was; with the dilophosaurs out and on the loose, it only made her more nervous. Getting back to the dead asset and the broken gyrosphere was simple after she had gotten back to the car, and after she'd heard Owen get back in touch with her, and all she could do was wait. And then she thought on the day's events.

Owen was right. She had failed to manage the situation correctly. She'd frozen up and stood her ground on being the one in control. How could she allow that? Simon was right to fire her. This attempt to find these guests with Owen? It was all an elaborate exercise in futility that just proved that she was not a good fit for Jurassic World management. It hurt her to think that. But it was ultimately correct.

What did that mean? It meant that she would take a backseat to the management of the crisis at hand. If Masrani wanted a handle on it? He would get it. If he wanted her to do something? She would do it. And she would ensure that it was based on objective fact of what was going on. She wanted to do better.

Taking a sip from the water bottle she'd had, she set it aside to further think on something that was… odd. Owen was acting strange. Stranger than usual. He seemed more aggressive. More agitated. On one hand, he'd been sick the past few months, and was still technically recovering from his injuries. But it wasn't that. It was the way that he reacted to certain things.

When she'd tried to point out that she wasn't one of his animals, she could tell immediately that something rotten had disgusted him. The way that his face changed, it was hard to argue with it. Was the Indominus stalking them? Perhaps not, because before that, he'd offered at least a somewhat comforting gesture driving toward the gate. The dead apatosaurs struck her in a way that left her feeling off. But it was the way that he looked at her. It wasn't pity… but rather curiosity.

And he seemed so on edge, spooked by just being in the restricted areas of Jurassic World where the Indominus Rex had been. Claire didn't think of herself as stupid, but something was eluding her. And if it wasn't for the thumping in her head, she'd have probably thought that there was something seriously wrong.

But it wasn't in her head… in the moment, a realization came over her. The thumping wasn't in her head. Slow, deliberate thuds that she could feel through her whole body, like a low thrum, and accompanied by a distant thud. They were getting closer, and closer. Looking over to the bottle, Claire could then see it. Each thud shook it. A gasp escaped her quietly as she began to slowly realize what was happening. Something was coming, and the way the water shook made it clear it was something big.

Crawling over to the passenger side, she began to hear more clearly now! Thump… thump… thump! It was like it was deadened, muffled by the Earth, but she could feel it. And if she could feel it… it meant it was closer that it needed to be. Yet she didn't see anything outside. She knew she wasn't safe in the car now. And, quietly trying to open the door, Claire moved out to try and quietly slip herself below the undercarriage.

There was a snorting, snuffling sound now, and then she could see it. One great white foot after the other, it came from the dense foliage on the drivers' side. Crawling under the car, Claire watched as the Indominus Rex padded out into the clearing. And then it stopped. Its thundering steps ceased as the theropod pivoted to look directly in her direction… the car's direction. It knew! And if it knew the car wasn't supposed to be there, then how intelligent did it make the animal?

Claire could only think of the times where the Indominus had tricked her and the good people of ACU. It made her think it escaped. It clawed out a tracker that it remembered; it set it as a trap to ambush Asset Containment. It killed for sport! This creature, this nightmare, this monster that the Hammond Creation Labs had made was… beyond what she thought of animals. There was a malign intelligence to the dinosaur, and now it was looking in her direction!

And now the snuffling started again, shallower and quicker. It was smelling now. She could understand that it was smelling around, smelling for prey… smelling for her. Claire now kept her hands to her mouth quietly as she watched the dinosaur slowly pad over toward the car, its feet sinking into the slightly wet earth.

The car shifted, pressed on by something unseen as the snuffles and sniffs got closer, and then there was a deep, guttural growl. It could smell her. It knew her. Claire was now thinking to all the times she had visited the dinosaur in its paddock. There were few, but she had visited it. It was always looking at her with such contempt and hatred. Looking back at those times made it seem like ages ago, but now the truth was that the Indominus wasn't simply looking at movement or heat, but directly at her all the times that she'd come to see it!

Claire wanted to cry, to scream, to do something to alleviate the feeling in her chest that was threatening to burst out as the creature lifted the car with its claws, metal groaning under it. It didn't lift it entirely off, but now she could see the underside of the creature's jaw, and just how sharp those claws were. Her terror was extreme now, warmth coating her leg as she desperately kept her mouth covered.

"Claire, I got them. I'm headed back up to you." The walkie talkie's static voice loudly sounded out. It was a beacon to where she was. And the Indominus knew that as it flipped the car into the air. As soon as she was revealed by the dinosaur, Claire gasped out, crawling backwards on her hands with utter fear. She could see it, entirely in its massive size. It smelled of old meat and the coppery tinge of blood, and stared at her, vindiction in its gaze. The crooked jaw and offset teeth gave it a truly monstrous visage. The car came down with a thunderous crash next to it, fire setting to the engine bloc and gas pouring out everywhere. But it didn't attack Claire. It just stared, not at all registering her as prey, it seemed, but recognizing she was there.

"Claire, are you there?" she heard; she was too busy panicking, getting to her feet and attempting to run! But it wasn't enough. Claire heard the thudding step before she was yanked off the ground in a crushing grasp around her. She immediately cried out in pain as she felt her ribs crush in toward her. Her pain was excrutiating as the creature held her in its grasp. She couldn't reach for the walkie, tell Owen that the Indominus had ambushed her! She was going to die here! At least the animal would eat her quickly. But that was not the fate that she would receive. Claire saw those cruel orbs of fire and crimson. She could immediately tell the creature hated her. It did not simply view her as food.

It… hated her. The thought alone would have been enough to chill her were it not for the Indominus now squeezing her in its paw. The hybrid only watched as Claire attempted to scream out, the sound coming out as a gurgle, feeling her bones snap like tree limbs and her innards rupture with a startling warmth that was separate of her. She could see that the Indominus was delighting in watching her suffer. What monster had Jurassic World created? Red began to form at her eyes, blackness around the edges of her vision, and then… nothing. Claire Dearing knew nothing after that. Peace was all that remained as her last thoughts were of how much the Indominus Rex hated her, enough to crush her.