Grady's Blood

Clean Break

3rd POV

Owen was guiding the group away from the camp and to a place he suspected Y/n might be taking refuge if he were still on the island. The group walked out of the bushes and found Owen's old bungalow, only slightly overgrown and seemingly unused but Owen remembered he closed the door when he was last on the island.

Brand: Where are we?

Owen: Where my son and I lived on the island. Good ol' reliable.

Owen led them inside where they found it was mostly untouched except for the occasional object being either on the floor or in a different place. Owen slung the rifle on his shoulder before looking at an empty picture frame that doesn't look like it had been broken, but rather opened and the picture had been taken out. A smile grew on Owen's face when he realized Y/n must've taken it at some point.

Dave: Looks like they came here at one point. Whatever water the place had is gone and some of the bedding's gone.

Owen: Means we're on the right track. Let's search west of here and see if they went that way.

The others nodded before they exited the bungalow and began walking west of the bungalow. The group walked along the lake that was behind Owen's bungalow before they found a dirt road a few meters away so they walked onto it and began following it, continuing their journey west. Dave and Brand were talking about Darius while Roxie and Owen were silent with one another at the front but Roxie decided to break the silence.

Roxie: How do you know where we're going?

Owen: Five years living on the island and being an ex-SEAL does wonders for me in tracking. Helped my ex find her nephews while avoiding the Indominus all those months ago.

Roxie: Ex?

Owen: Claire Dearing. We got together after the park went down but two months later, things weren't working out so we went our separate ways.

Roxie: Ms. Dearing? The parks old manager?

Owen: The one and only.

They continued talking while Owen kept an eye on their direction, making sure they don't venture off track while Brand and Dave continue talking with each other but Brand looked around at the surrounding jungle as a confused expression grew on his face.

Brand: Haven't we been here before? It feels like we're walking in circles.

Owen: Nublar's a big island. We've barely gone through two percent of it.

Brand: But it's been two days. Look, we gotta switch things up. I don't know, maybe we should split up?

Owen: Not a great idea on this island.

Brand: If Darius and the others were actually here you'd think there'd be some signs.

Roxie stood on an empty plastic bottle, prompting her to groan and pick up the bottle.

Roxie: If there's one thing I don't understand, it's littering.

She threw the bottle back at the ground before the group continued moving forward but Brand saw a hat on the ground, near some long grass and ferns.

Brand: Who was out here dropping water bottles and hats?

Owen: Keep your guard up.

Owen started slowly leading the group forward with his rifle raised as they also slowly followed him. They saw more and more objects that ranged from kettles to pillows to bowls and then to bullets. They were then greeted by the sight of an abandoned and ruined camp which looked like it housed around ten or so people. Owen, Roxie, Dave and Brand began looking around and Owen found some bullets on the ground so he picked them up and started examining them. He saw they were made of copper and would mushroom on impact but in the right place, it'd be enough to kill. He dropped the bullet and kept looking around as did the others.

Brand: Do you think they were here?

Dave: Doesn't seem like the campa dampa doos style. That's my nickname for the campers. They love it. Builds instant trust.

Brand: Haha, kinda clunky for a nickname, isn't it?

Roxie: Maybe they were offered a place to stay.

Brand: Or a ride back home.

The group then entered one of the yurts which gifted them with a horrible decaying smell as well as the sight of flies, circling something that was hidden under a sheet. Owen looked around and saw the yurt was filled with different hunting weapons before he walked to the sheet and uncovered it which revealed a rotting and decaying Sinoceratops dead which made Brand, Roxie and Dave jump back at the sight but Dave ran out of the yurt before vomiting outside. Owen, Brand and Roxie left the yurt and saw Dave wipe his mouth.

Dave: What was that?

Owen: A dinosaur that had been hunted by these guys. Whoever they were, they weren't here to rescue the kids.

Brand: No way they stayed here. Darius would never accept help for people who would do that.

Owen: Y/n wouldn't do that either.

Roxie: Even if it was the only way out?

Brand nodded and they continued their journey to the west side of the island, to try find any sign of the kids still being alive. Their journey wasn't very eventful, they only had a run in with a small pack of Dryosaurs which weren't really fazed by their presence which prompted the group to continue on. Hours past and the sun had set so Owen made a camp fire and lit it, prompting the others to huddle around the fire, for warmth and for light. But the others could tell something was weighing heavily on Owen's mind.

Brand: You alright, Owen?

Owen: Just thinking about the possibilities. The kids could've left weeks ago with those people. They could've been desperate.

Dave: I hate to say it but Owen's got a point. We've been hitting wall after wall and if there was another person on the island we would've found them by now.

The group heard someone clear their throat from behind them which prompted Owen to take out his tranq rifle and aim it at the person which was revealed to be Mae Turner.

Mae: You sure about that?