𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ · 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒆 𝑳.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ 𝟎𝟎𝟒 ;

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 back to the girls and noticed that they had found some berry bushes somewhere around the camping spot. The air was kinda cold but that wasn't their biggest issue at the moment.

Maisie and Maya sat behind a tree and were talking to each other. Maisie was smiling which was contagious because it made Maya grin too. Kayla sat on a log so Henry made his move and sat next to her placing his hand on her jean-covered knee.

"You alright?" He raised the lingering question. Henry put some sticks and some small logs down in a human-dug pit.

Kayla turned to face Henry with a weak-looking smile and red-dyed cheeks. He knew she had been crying because of her cheeks but didn't want to bother Kayla by imploring her about it.

She answered fiddling with her fingers, "I'm good just pretty shook about--you know." Kayla hated to admit what they had done, leaving their parents to be some snack for some hungry dinosaur.

He took his hand off her knee, "Kayla, your parents are fine. As far as I'm concerned they are the most productive ones at the outpost."

Kayla and her Mom shared a special bond. After everything, the world had been through--they still held onto the healthy relationship that had formed years ago.

She put her hands on the log. "But what about us? We're just kids. I don't have any survival skills." she admitted and let her smile fade.

"I do. And I'm sure Maisie does, she lives with Owen Grady, the Owen Grady."

Kayla let out a laugh, "I never knew you were an Owen Grady kin."

Henry scratched the back of his head, "I wouldn't call myself an 'Owen Grady kin' maybe just a fan I guess."

Henry loved Jurassic park, he always fantasized about it even more after he found out that there was a new park being made. But then the indominus Rex had to ruin it for him and thousands of others.

She stood up, "Well, 'Owen Grady fan', we should find a place to sleep." Kayla stuck her hand out for him.

He took her hand and Kayla pulled him up. The two walked into the deeper part of the woods.

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓 on the tree's roots with Maya next to her, sorting berries.

Maisie watched Maya sort through the berries while staying silent. Maya noticed this and turned to Maisie, leaning her head a little to the left.

"Did I order them wrong?" She held one of the berries in her hand. Maya had been sorting berries in color, red on the right, and blue on the left.

Maisie chuckled, "no, no you're doing surprisingly good for a 'first-time berry sorter'."

"So you're admiring the view then? Can't blame you I am an incredible sight to behold. " Maya positioned a berry on a piece of cloth that was ripped from one of the four's articles of clothing to hold the berries without bugs being able to get at the food.

"Someone has a big ego." Maisie pulled her knees to her chest and maintained her smile.

Maya strode to Maisie and sat beside her, "You know-- I always thought you were the coolest out of Henry and Kayla." She leaned the back of her head onto the tree.

"And because?"

"Uh---I... I don't know because you're cool? I mean you are the only British person who lives at the outpost."

Maisie moved her gaze to the tree that was in front of them, "being someone with a British accent is a normal thing. I'm sure that there are other British people in the outpost."

"My point is you're my favorite British person," Maya smirked smugly and rested her head on Maisie's shoulder.

"Have you ever met another British speaking individual other than me?" Maisie lifted her eyebrows because she knew that Maya hadn't. She just wanted to prove that she was right by getting her to admit it.

"Um...no, but if I ever met another person who talks with a British accent, you'd still be my favorite" Maya softly elbowed Maisie.

Both girls stopped talking for a good five minutes, you could hear the trees blow in the wind. It was a calm noise but it ended Maisie spoke up.

"Do you think that we will get to see our parents again?" She leaned her head on Maya's shoulder.

Maya bit her cheeks lightly on the inside of her mouth, "definitely." she grabbed Maisie's hand and put it inside of hers, interlocking their fingers together.

𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 Claire's hand through the forest as they sprinted. It was still around midnight they both assumed. They only left the outpost fifteen minutes ago.

Claire and Owen stopped running when they heard distant roaring. The birds in the trees flew away due to the sound waves.

"It's far. We can go east to find shelter, there is an abandoned campsite there." Owen said, watching the birds. He had known that the campsite was at least thirteen miles away, but the adrenaline rush in his system made him leave that part out.

"What if Maisie is over there?" She frowned. Claire didn't know if Maisie was even alive--she had a belief that Maisie was though.

Owen breathed a shaky breath, "She was in the treehouse that the Walts made probably. That is south, the commotion is coming from the north side of the woods. We need to go before whatever that is gets closer." He put his hands on her shoulders.

Owen made sure to keep eye contact with Claire to pull her out of the thought that Maisie was getting eaten or was dead already. 

She nodded quickly and started to run North to the camp. Owen looked at the trees where the roar came from, with hesitation in his eyes. He came to his senses and darted his legs to where Claire who was a few meters away.