Jurassic World, left behind

Ron again

Ron was tired. Since the discussion with Owen and Clair, he had spent countless hours prepping the park for a more complete shut down than the panicked evacuation people had.

He had successfully dodged the t-Rex at the start of his cleanup when it stomped it's way onto the helicopter pad and roared. Ron watched through the window in the doorway in awe, wires that he was moving from one place to another dangled from his arms and he flinched as the king lizard turned away to walk back into the jungle. Ron stayed still until the beast was safely out of eye sight and then turned to walk back down the hallway.

"Good thing everyone is off the island. I wouldn't want to meet that thing on an afternoon stroll down main street." Ron hummed to himself as he reached the main control room and set his load of useless wires in the waste basket. No one was going to come by to empty it, but Ron wasn't about to take it with him to the main island.
"It will be fine!" Ron told himself and walked away to do other things.

It was around one o'clock in the afternoon when Ron decided that he had cleaned stuff up as much as he could, locked down all the equipment so it couldn't be stolen by looters, and that it was time to leave. It was time to turn off the lights. Quite literally. There was a switch he had to flip to turn off the electricity to the entire park.

Ron walked down a flight of stairs into a different part of the control room that held the emergency generators that had been running since the panicked shut down of the entire park. Ron stood for a moment. A sense of loss over came him as he thought about what he was going to do. He had worked at this park ever since it had opened, it was almost like his baby. Ron recalled fond memories of insulting his fellow coworkers and being left alone to work on the machines he loved. The moment was short-lived and he removed a flashlight from his tool belt before turning off the first of four generators, the main generator. The machine hummed to a stop, the lights dimming until Ron was left in complete darkness.

But not for long. A small click introduced a wire to the top of three triple A batteries and together they produced a concentrated source of light just as bright, but much quieter than the fluorescent overhead lights that the generator had powered. Ron continued his mission, and the basement grew quieter with each switch that was flipped. Eventually Ron stood at the fourth generator, the one that was for the lab in the innovation center. This one was smaller that the other three, and Ron paused for a moment, then decided to let this one run.

"They must have left some embrsomethings frozen in the lab. Someone is going to come back for those for sure." And Ron turned his back, walking away from the little engine chugging away in the basement, preventing the death of of thousands of unborn dinosaurs.

But Ron didn't know this, he continued to walk up the stairs and out the door, locking it behind him securely and stashing his flashlight in his belt.  He was now standing on the helicopter pad. He stood for a moment, taking in the view of the ruined park in the afternoon sun, and remembered he was on a platform high above the ground.

"Crap. Parked my truck downstairs."