Camp Jurassic (Completed)

Chapter 12. The East Dock*

Sprinting through the trees we made it to the gate where I spotted a trail of blood coming from around the corner leading back into the woods.

Veronica?!

Seeing the panic on my face Keith tried to reassure me it could possibly have been another dinosaur.

A dinosaur with a gun? I thought dubiously.

"What if it was Veronica?" I squeaked.

"Or Allura?" Pidge chimed in, standing beside her barely conscious brother. Krolia had set him on the ground near the gate.

"Go on ahead. I will follow the trail." Krolia assessed her weapons.

"Not alone." Keith shook his head.

"You can barely walk. Besides the boat should be here soon. You need to be on it." She glared at Keith who stared right back.

"I'm not leaving without you mom." Keith clenched his teeth.

"We don't have time for this." She hissed. After a stare down that felt too long she sighed.
"I love you Keith, but you will only slow me down. I need you here. They need you here. I won't be long." She cupped his cheek a moment before turning and taking off into the trees with her gun drawn.

Keith stared after her.

I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"We need to go." I whispered.

Keith turned to me with worry in his eyes.

"Let's go." He spoke softly. I helped him to the gate where Pidge knelt beside her brother.

"He needs a doctor." She frowned, brushing his sweaty hair back from his face. He was barely conscious. His mutilated leg was losing lots of blood even with the tourniquet.

"The boat will be here any minute. Help is on the way." I assured her.

A loud bang came from the other side of the gate. From here I could see it was open wide enough for us to get through.

Or a raptor. *gulp*

With Pidge helping Keith along, I scooped Matt onto my back and carried him passed the gate. Cautiously we stepped through the partially opened gate and gave a quick survey of the area.

The waves were slapping against the docks nearly brimming over them, still irritated from the storm the other night. There was ocean debris washed ashore creating that funky seaweed smell.

I couldn't believe this was the same place where I had first stepped off of a boat in complete awe and wonder.  The sign for Jurassic Park was withered from the salty spray, and even chipped and a bit crooked from the high winds the other night.

A few huge storage containers were stacked close by along the wall that bordered the island. I noticed a trail of blood leading from one back beneath our feet.

Please don't be dead. Don't be dead.

I looked down and spotted raptor prints in the sand and in the blood. My heart sank into my stomach as panic set in my chest.

Oh no.

Keith placed a hand on my shoulder in comfort. As a group we trudged forward to the containers. One container on the ground was cracked open. This was where the blood trail started.

Swallowing back the fear creeping into my throat, I held up a gun and peered inside.

Blood splattered the walls of the container. Blood pooled on the floor of the container. Human and raptor hand and foot prints trailed everywhere as if the Raptors attack was met with some resistance.