Jurassic World, left behind

Preparation

James had a Canon T5i with a 50mm lens attached to it, a kit lens that had come with the camera when he bought it, and a telephoto lens. He decided to leave the 50mm lens and the telephoto lens. He could get a wider range of photos with just the kit lens, and it wouldn't kill him if he broke it.

With that decision made he turned to his supplies and took stock again. A pamphlet that was handed out on the boat ride to the island, his phone, phone charger, headphones,flashlight, wallet, and a water bottle. The water bottle was one his dad had given him. A nalgene. A campers water bottle, his dad had said.

These suckers are nearly indestructible, James thought, taking another sip of wonderful water.

He placed the rest of his stuff back in the top compartment of his bag. The lower compartment carried his camera, and with the other lenses staying in the hotel, he had more space. He stacked the juice boxes in the empty lens holders and stuffed the container of fruit in the top compartment.

Everything packed, James lifted the now stuffed back pack onto his shoulders and started for the door. He stopped. Where was he going? He didn't even know, and that was dangerous. He was on an island full of dinosaurs with at least three kinds of predators, and here he was, going to walk out the door like he was going for an afternoon stroll. This wouldn't do. If he went galavanting around the island without planning carefully he could get killed. Had to see his family again. He had to survive.

James took his pack off. He needed a plan. He unzipped the top compartment and fished around. His hand touched a piece of paper and he grabbed on to it, pulling out the Jurassic World pamphlet. But more importantly, the Jurassic World island Map.

Perfect, James thought as he looked at the little icons on the map indicating where venders were, and the main restaurants around the square, which he was really close to now.

James pulled out his last cheese stick and began munching on it. Food was an immediate concern, the juice boxes and fruit would not last forever. He planned to start with the restaurant farthest from the hotel, and to then work his way back to the hotel. James looked out the window. Late afternoon. If he hurried, he could make it back a little before night fall.
Checking to make sure he had everything, he picked up his water bottle and took a swig. Nodding to himself, he opened the door and walked out.

Wait. He was going to need something to carry the extra food, his backpack was full already. Placing the pamphlet into his back pocket, he caught the door before it closed and walked back in. He eyed his mothers suitcase. It had those nice wheels that rolled in every direction, it could work. He wasn't going off road.

He unzipped the grey suitcase with a purple border and flipped it upside down to empty it over the bed. His mothers carefully folded blouses and skirts fell out and created a colorful pile on the bed. James re zipped the case and lifted it, testing the weight of the empty suitcase. Not bad, James thought, the wheels would help disperse some of the weight. At least he wouldn't have to carry it on his back.

I think, James thought, looking around, I am good to go. He stepped through the door and into the hallway. He turned to the left. If memory served him correctly, the stairs were next to the elevators. He began to walk toward the metal doors when he heard the click of his hotel door as it swung shut. He was forgetting something.

"No no no no! Aw crap!" James yelled aloud as he turned back to the door and yanked desperately on the handle. He forgot the key. How was he going to get back in? He swung the back pack off his back and rifled through it until he found his wallet. He opened it and checked the card slots.

No key.

He was on a island with dinosaurs, about to find food and the one place where he could sleep soundly behind a locked door he locked himself out of.

James said a few choice words as he kicked the door to his hotel room. What now genius?

Now, James said sarcastically to himself, you have to find food and a new home where sharp teeth can't find you. He sighed. Getting angry is not going to solve anything, he reasoned, but he still couldn't help saying some bad things to his mothers suitcase as he picked it up and made his way down the hall. As if it had been the suitcase that made him forget the key.

He set off resolutely for the stairs, even though there was still power, James didn't know how long it would stay on. The last thing he wanted to do right now was get stuck in an elevator.

He made it to the ground floor with no problem. The lobby looked like something big had been thrown through the front door, and had busted its way back out the other side. It looked suspiciously like a T-Rex sized hole. James shuddered thinking about what had happened here and the thought of danger brought another with it. He was defenseless. He needed a weapon.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the pamphlet again. Where could he find a weapon? He looked around the hotel lobby, but nothing seemed sharp enough or long enough. He was going to have to leave the hotel to find anything he needed.

He began to walk down the lobby, avoiding pieces of debris, and thinking about his immediate future. He passed the breakfast section of the hotel lobby and stopped. Here was a possible place for food.
He walked into the breakfast book, trailing his mothers suitcase and glancing quickly around for any danger. Not seeing anything that could bite his arms off, he made his way over to a door that said "employees only" and pushed through. The light was on, and revealed the deep freezer that held the hotel complementary breakfast turned over, and a long, scaly tail sticking out.

James held his breath. He could hear the beast rummaging around in the freezer. Plastic crunched as the dinosaur found another snack. James began to walk slowly out of the room backwards, keeping an eye on the reptile in the freezer.

He was almost to the door when it swung shut with a bang. James froze, his eyes locked on the freezer. The dinosaur had stopped rummaging and was turning around.

It looks like a tiny triceratops, James thought as it turned to face him. Suddenly, the room went dark. Electricity finally went out, James guessed as he groped for the door handle behind him. Being stuck in a room with a dinosaur with the lights out was not on his list of favorite things to do right now. He could hear the beast crunching over the ice scattered on the ground, headed straight for him at a loping pace. His hand landed on the handle to the door, and James opened it in one swift move, letting in sunlight and revealing the triceratops directly in front of him.