Jurassic Park 3: "Return To Chaos"

Part 4: Struggle For Escape

As the sun began to rise, I climbed out of the hatch, stretching and yawning, scanning the area for any sign of dinosaurs. Seeing none, I gave Alan and Eric a thumbs-up, signalling them to join me. We moved carefully across the landscape, the jungle looming all around us.

In a clearing, I paused, raising a pair of binoculars to observe a boatyard in the distance. I spotted a lone boat by the riverbank and turned to the others. "Good news, there's a boat down by the bank," I announced, handing the binoculars to Eric.

Eric peered through them, surveying the scene. "A rescue boat?" he asked hopefully.

"No," Alan replied, folding his arms. "Just something someone left behind."

As we continued through the thick jungle, Eric pulled out a raptor claw and held it up for us to see. "Know what this is?" he asked, testing us.

Alan took the claw from him, inspecting it closely. "A raptor claw. I used to have one myself—a fossil," he said with a hint of nostalgia.

Eric grinned. "Mine's new," he said proudly, taking the claw back.

Meanwhile, I was struggling with my satellite phone, frustrated that it wouldn't connect. Curious, I popped off the back cover and groaned when I saw the label: "Made by Eddie Carr." I rolled my eyes, remembering Eddie's unreliable technology. May he rest in peace.

Suddenly, Eric motioned for us to be quiet. A faint jingle played in the distance, and he took off running. "That's Dad's satellite phone!" he shouted over his shoulder. Without hesitating, I ran after him, keeping my eyes peeled for any threats.

We soon emerged from the jungle and reached a large fence. On the other side, I spotted Paul, Amanda, and Billy. Relief washed over me as Eric ran into Paul and Amanda's arms, reuniting the family. Billy, smiling, turned toward Alan and me. "Boy, am I glad to see you," he said, clearly grateful.

Then his eyes landed on my shoulder, and he noticed the bag I was carrying. "Hey, you've got my bag!" he exclaimed.

I glanced at the bag and then back at Billy with a teasing smile. "Lucky strap," I said.

"How did you find us?" Paul asked, clearly curious.

"The phone," Eric replied with a smile. "That stupid jingle from the store. I heard it."

Paul raised an eyebrow, confused. "My phone?"

Eric nodded. "Your satellite phone."

Amanda turned to Paul, frowning. "Where is it?"

Paul scratched his head, thinking. "I don't have it."

"When did you last use it?" Amanda pressed, trying to jog his memory.

Paul thought for a moment. "I got a call and...." His eyes widened in realization. "I loaned it to Nash. He must've had it when..."

Before he could finish, the familiar jingle went off again, cutting through the air. I turned, and there, looming menacingly in the distance, stood the Spinosaurus, watching us with predatory intent. My heart raced as I counted down from five in my head. As soon as I hit zero, I bolted.

"This way!" I shouted, spotting a hole in the fence. I crouched down and scrambled through it, with Alan and Eric close behind. The Spinosaurus charged the fence, ramming into it, but it held firm. We barely had time to catch our breath before the creature roared and backed off.

Just as I thought we might be safe, the Spinosaurus came at us again, this time crashing straight through the fence. We took off running, sprinting toward the nearest building. We burst through the door and slammed it shut behind us, locking every bolt and latch in a frantic effort to keep the beast out.