Jurassic World, left behind

Crazy little thing called death.

It was turning out to be a muggy day, and the children were hungry. James had begged and bribed the twins to walk farther in order to put more distance between them and the aviary. There was also a nagging thought in the back of James's mind as they trudged their way through the jungle and mud that the rain had created last night. Where was the T-Rex? He thought.

The giant reptile was gone when the three survivors had made their hasty exit from the aviary dome, and James didn't like not knowing where the predator was, especially since he had two kids to look after. Consumed by his thoughts, James had continued to walk at a brisk pace through the jungle until a voice pulled him back into the present moment.

"James!" Sara called. James turned around to see the children a sizable distance behind him. They had sat down, absolutely exhausted, on a log. Sweat soaked, and muddy from the waist down, they looked miserable. After looking at them for a moment and remembering that the breakfast hour of the day had not happened yet, James unslung the duffle bag from his back and set it down next to the twins.

"You guys have been champs!" He began as he handed them each a mango. They barely looked at him as they bit into the food like ravenous dogs, tearing the skin of the fruit away to get at the sweet yellow meat. James continued talking as he pulled a mango out for himself, though it seemed like he was talking to himself because the children were so focused on the food.

"I'd say we have about an hour or so of walking before we reach the first aid station." He bit into the mango, feeling the juices slide down his throat reminded him of how little water they had. They had failed to get the bottled water from the vending machine during the pteranodon attack, and the nalgene was empty.

We can get water from the first aid station. I'm sure they have water there, James thought. He looked up in the direction of the monorail, judging their direction and guesstimating how long it would actually take them to reach the first aid station. Their walk had been going relatively well so far. James tapped his knuckles on the log to keep that statement true, and he was sure that they could make it without much incident. Though, with dinosaurs getting hungry, who knows what could happen?

James looked at the children, who were now sucking on the seeds of the mango, trying to get every last bit of meat they could.

"Are you ready?" James asked.

"Do you have any water?" Sam asked hopefully, but James shook his head sadly.

"I'm hoping to get some when we reach the first aid station. Here," He reached in the duffle bag and handed them each another mango, "This should help ease the trip a bit. Eat while we walk." James stood and re-shouldered the duffle bag. "Lets roll." He grimaced to the best of his abilities. His face was feeling better, but it still wasn't back to one hundred percent.

The twins followed, a spring in their step supplied by the mangoes and the prospect of water. They continued to walk through the mud, the squish and squelch of their shoes forming an odd rhythm, accompanied by the sounds of the jungle. Birds squawked their indignation at being disturbed, and their hatch-lings called for food. Insects buzzed greetings to one another as they went about from plant to plant, either hunting or being hunted. It created an almost deafening, constant cadence that followed the three humans as they continued their trek through the humid jungle. Sweat dripped from their faces, and caked their clothes, while the mud seemed to work its way into every crack and crease of their shoes. Their world consisted of this constant blanket of noise and unpleasant feelings until it was interrupted by Sara, and a rib cage.