𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘀. owen grady

⟩ 27

Departure ⤵

The Innovation Center was being used as a Rescue Aid Center until the boats arrived. Every staff member and guest in the park came around and packed into the center. It was surprising to find that it could fit everyone inside. 

Grady, Claire and I came around with medkits, and offered help in taking care of different wounds and injuries until they'd found a hospital in the mainland. Many families came to visit the park before the outbreak. Half the families holed away in the Innovation Center had came here in tears, wiping them away with blood-dried fingers. 

Most, if not everyone, had a wound. Whether it be large or small. Some folks had serious leg wounds, which could only be dealt with so far with the resources we had. None of us were approved with a PHD Doctorate. We stabilized any lethal wounds, hoping they could keep clear until the boats got here. 

The boys helped out, too. They went around all night long, helping many or the younger kids with their wounds or helping them through a hard time. We gave them blankets and pillows for the night, as the boats never arrived when the moon fell. It was only the following afternoon that they had, and people were gaining more hope than before. 

People were asleep all over, hugging their family members close and sharing short whispers with others. Some prayed for a safe passage out, others slept to regain energy from the outbreak. 

This would go down in history. Top ten worst park incidents. 

''Hey, look.'' Claire poked the sleeping boys gently to wake them. I stood close, helping with another person's wound. A mother with a large scar across her back. Her son sat on her lap, hugging his mother's arms close around him. 

I patted the mother gently after finishing. I give her a smile to signal that she was good to go. She thanked me and went back to her family. Claire watches as Zach and Gray stood and ran towards the door, where their parents stood, fresh off the boat. The cries of the mother echoed around the center. 

More people stepped off the boat and entered the center. They looked wildly around for anyone familiar, taking a moment to step aside and ask if a certain person had been found and was sitting residence here. I lead them all to where they needed to go, watching families and friends rejoice. 

It was barely a few minutes before people started moving out. Claire and I stood by and helped those who were unable to walk, leading them to the boats and to a safe spot near their loved ones. We wished them all a safe recovery and apologized for the happenings at the park. Some waved it off, others gave us shit about it. 

I would, too. Nobody was ever fond of the idea of being dinosaur bait. 

We spent a good hour or so doing this. Back and forth, to the Innovation Center and then to the boats. One boat had already left and half the center was cleared. Seeing many more people still sitting around, we offered drinks and snacks to those who'd accept. Another boat pulled in. 

Getting up from helping another pair of friends, I shove my hands far into the pockets of my jeans. My neck ached badly. I rolled my head along my shoulder to ease it, but couldn't find solace. Pivoting on my heel, I face the door, where the sun starts to fall just barely against the ocean line. 

Many silhouettes were outlined in this lighting. They left, never to look back over their shoulders at the time of Jurassic World. They wouldn't forget it, either. No, that would take a while. Probably need Therapy. 

Among the mass amount of shadowed figures laid one. He wore the usual attire, and held the curly hairstyle with his hands displayed at his sides. He looked around almost wildly and calmly at the same time, before he heard his name called, and saw who he was looking for.