Jurassic World, left behind

Scars and food and dinosaurs, oh my!

Being chased was not on James' list of favorite things to do at the moment. He was hot, he was sweaty, the weather was humid, making it hard to breathe, and the constant thought of being eaten if he slowed down did nothing to settle his nerves. He had only caught a glimpse of the dinosaur before Mrs. White had pulled him to his feet, and James had recognized it almost instantly, because it was one of the first dinosaurs he had seen on the list of carnivores back at the innovative center.

"I think... it's ...  a baryonyx!" James panted out as Mrs. White ran next to him. "I thought they only ate fish!" He panted out the last sentence, he wasn't even sure Mrs. White could under stand him, or even hear him. When he looked over, her face was a total mask of concentration. She was dodging underbrush and fallen logs like she did this on a daily basis. He was surprised a woman of her stature could run so fast. They had dropped almost everything when the carnivorous dinosaur started to chase them. Mrs. White was unable to reply to any of Jame's comments, her breath coming in short bursts. James could tell she wasn't going to last long.

She is going to die, James thought, it's survival of the fittest now. As they continued to run, James chastised himself. This woman was under his care now, no matter how rough things got, there was no way he would allow her to die, not while he could save her.

"Here! Duck!" James yelled, and pulled one of the two weapons he had out of its holster on his hip. The revolver. He threw it in an arch, and when Mrs. White caught it, he pushed her out of the path of the beast and into a nearby bush. As soon as Mrs. White was out of sight, James pulled the remaining revolver from its holster. He ran in a direct line away from where he had pushed Mrs. White, firing his  revolver as he ran.

"Come and get me! I'm over here!" He yelled. And with those words he began the most terrifying game of tag in his life. James ran in a zig-zag line through the trees, changing course as unexpectedly as he could, and using the little time it gave him to fire a shot in the predators direction. The baryonyx would fall for the ruses, and ran past James a couple of times, trying to swipe at the little human as it did its best to turn. Unfortunately, James's aim was effected badly from the pumping adrenaline and his shaking arms and the bullets did little but anger the beast more. The turns were becoming less and less frequent, as James was becoming exhausted. He was by no means out of shape, but this kind of physical and mental exertion he was not used to. James could feel himself slowing down.

He changed directions again, the beast flying past, and James could tell that it was the last time he could do it. He was spent. His muscles were quivering from the exertion. What little of the mangoes he had eaten that morning was gone, spent in fuel for this desperate run. James turned around, the creature had recovered from the latest change in direction and turned to face the small human that had evaded it for so long.

The baryonyx could sense it's victims tiredness and roared as it charged again. James, exhausted, threw himself to one side. He couldn't run any more, he had done well to evade the 35ft long and 14ft high beast this long. He put everything he had into that last leap. The baryonyx screeched as it drove past, James could feel the wind from its legs as it powered by. The tail  of the monster caught James on the left side of his head, and he felt skin tear.

James yelled in pain and clutched the side of his face as he lay on the ground. He knew this was it, he was down, the blood from his wounds poured over his face and into his eyes, blinding him. He wasn't even sure if he still had both eyes. James couldn't see, and there was a predator in the area. He was pretty sure that equation had only one answer.

James lay still, waiting for the teeth of the beast to puncture his leg, or his lungs, to tear off a limb, or even to deploy him whole.