Louise laid on the floor, the sky above her shifting into the night. She had indeed cried the rest of the evening away and she still was lying on the grass with the pile of vines, bark and questionable leaves next to her. It was almost if she didn't dare to move, it had hurt too much, the impact had hurt too much.
As if she wasn't in any pain to begin with, her stupid "first time climbing experience" increased it. But, she needed to get up, she would be a sitting duck and a fresh meal for all the nocturnal dinosaurs at that. And slowly, as much as she would regret her movements, she bent her knees, desperately trying to silence her grunts and groans of discomfort.
She knew it was stupid to lie on her back, especially for this prolonged amount of time, her cuts were fresh, raw and not even close to scabbing or scarring over. Louise thought that she should probably gather extra leaves and no more vines....She needed more leaves for her wounds so that they could act as bandages because she had no idea where those mysterious first aid kits that Dave and Roxie had vaguely mentioned....Then she thought that maybe they didn't say Main Street....
Perhaps, there were no first aid kits anywhere near her and it was hopeless to think that there was. She would just have to use the natural resources around her and sub out her shoe laces for the vines that she didn't want to go up and pull on again. Louise began to sit up, her nails digging into the grass, she felt the cold soil compacting under them. Now, she sat on her knees, a chill ran through her body, she had never realized that nights on Nublar got slightly cooler than the mornings and afternoons.
She was realizing it more than ever because she was still without vital pieces of clothing, like her shirt, shoes and socks. Her feet were the first to get nipped with the cool air and her arms, chest, and shoulders followed, becoming scattered with goosebumps. Louise slowly collected the supplies, she lifted one leg up off the ground, her other leg joining, she was standing up once again, feeling the tiny splinters pinch at the bottom of her feet. She blinked carefully, feeling that there was potentially a bruise on the back of one of her calves...
Note to self, never climb a tree again, (without supervision). Or never again. Just, never ever again.
Louise put one foot in front of the other, walking with a limp, but it was more of a hop. She listened around to locate the sound of the waterfall which served as her temporary hideout until she could build a proper shelter. And then she emerged from the forest, limping upon to the waterfall with the large rock with her the two halves of her shirt resting laid out on top of it with her shoes without laces next to it and her socks placed on top of the tongues of her shoes. She sighed, dropping the supplies rather carelessly and they all jumbled down onto the grass.
She reached for her shirt, the top half with the torn sleeves and gently pulled it over her head using one hand. It would make more sense to build the sling on top of her clothes, it actually made perfect sense. The question was, did Louise have enough strength to build it? She did before she climbed that tree, but now....Louise was purely exhausted. Though, she could at least start with something simple in the building process. Louise settled down next to the rock, in front of the supplies she had dropped.
She picked up the bark and began carving it to fit her arms with her pocket knife. Making a shoulder pad and an arm pad, they would be useful for her sling, even if she had no idea what she was doing. She used her knife to drill a hole through the bark so that later on the vines could be looped through it. Her hand reached up to slap the back of her neck to kill the mosquitoes that began to come out during the night.
She had rarely noticed bugs around Nublar until now, there were always citronella candles placed around the balcony of the camp and the smoke from the one or two campfires produced enough natural propellent that they didn't get bitten or pinched by insects. But, now, without any candles or fire she would get eaten alive all night and it didn't help that she smelt of fresh blood, something that mosquitos loved. She went to hit the back of her neck again but her body had stopped her, she had overused her right arm and now her body was punishing her for it.
Louise felt herself her nodding off, her body being pulled back onto the rock like there was some invisible magnet attached to it. She couldn't help it, she was tired. Her body was tired, her mind was tired, she was in so much pain and she had no idea how to fix it, with no Ibuprofen or Advil, Tylenol, no painkillers whatsoever out here on this island....She couldn't seem to think of a natural remedy either.
She didn't know what would happen, she could get sick out here, she could get snacked on by Compies in the middle of the night or eaten in one bite by the Carnotaurus or Indominus....T-Rex even. Anything could happen to her out here, now that she was alone, without Kenji, without Ben, without Darius...She barely knew them but she would probably have had a better chance of survival if she had just stayed with them. Maybe if she had gone home, it wouldn't have been so bad, maybe her family would be easier on her because her vacation went all wrong, or maybe....She didn't know, she couldn't think straight. She just closed her eyes, and perhaps, she'd wake up and she'd be in her own bed.
Or at least back in her bunk room with Yasmina, Brooklynn and Sammy. She wanted to go back, she missed it, it was a place where she could've potentially had some fun and been a kid, but....She nor the rest of the campers got that option. It was stripped away from them faster than they imagined and there was no way you could convince them to have a do-over....Louise didn't think anyone would want to come back to Nublar after this and if she survived this, there wasn't ANYWAY she'd come back to Jurassic World ever again.
Her breathing was slow, but it didn't take long for her to fall asleep, she was as tired as she realized. And now, she hoped she'd wake up somewhere else besides this place, a hospital bed would work too, anywhere but here, she thought as she dozed off, anywhere but Isla Nublar. Anywhere but the place she had dreamed about going to.
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Sacrifice
Fanfiction"Running. Scream. Crunch. Teeth sinking into flesh, large, sharp, dirty teeth, more teeth then the average human, and almost the same amount of teeth as a great white shark. And then suddenly, those teeth retracted from that flesh, for some odd but...
