Isla Nublar- Zach Mitchell ✔️

Killing for Sport

*Author's Note* This is going to be a short chapter, it was really written to be a filler, and so it wasn't just about Hadleigh and Zach. Enjoy!

Owen's POV

"Stay in the car," I gruffly say to Claire as I take a hold of my gun, putting the strap on my shoulder before closing the door. I walk over to the Brontosaurus that is lying on its side, scratches covering most of it's body.

I kneel down next to its head placing my hand upon it. "Shh, hey," I whisper trying to calm it down, hearing Claire step out of the car, shutting the door behind her. "I know, I know, shh," I soothe the dinosaur, trying to make this any less painful than it already is, "Shh, it's alright girl," I say rubbing my hand on the top of her head just as Claire approached me.

She kneels down with her hand out, placing it on the jaw of the dinosaur, tilting her head gazing at the dinosaur with tears building up in her eyes. It jerks it's head up, scared making Claire gasps. I slowly maneuver it's head so the dinosaur is laying back down, "Shh, it's okay, your okay" I say calmly as her head drops to the floor. "Hmm," Claire makes a sound in the back of her throat, she leans back down placing her hand where it was originally at, as I notice the dinosaurs eyes glaze over, closing softly as she breaths in her last breath.

I sit back on the heels of my feet, feeling horrible, noticing Claire had tears falling down her cheeks. I stand up taking my gun off my shoulders, walking to all of the other Brontosaurus's laying down, dead.

I hear Claire gasp, placing her hands over her face covering her mouth. "It didn't eat them," I state gazing at the mess, "It's killing for sport," I tell her. We drive to wear the GPS located the last gyro sphere. We pull up in front of it, seeing the whole this dissembled. Claire and I get out of the car walking over to it. I see a tooth in the side, taking my knife I dig it in and pop the tooth out.

"No," Claire gaps kneeling over a phone, "no no no," she mumbles, probably thinking the worst before I notice sets of footprints, "Hey, they made it out," I tell her making her take a deep breath of relief. "Hadleigh is with them," I tell her as we follow the footprints.

"Who is Hadleigh," She says as we come up to a water fall, "My niece," I tell her before she starts screaming Zach and Gray's names. "Hey sh sh sh," I tell her trying to make her be quiet, "Hey I am not one of your damn animals," She tells me giving me attitude.

"Listen," I tell her raising my fingers to her lips after she has calmed down, "those kids and Hadleigh are still alive, but you and I will not be if you continue to scream life that," I warn her sternly putting my hand down. "So you can pick up their scent can't you?" She questions, her voice now in a whisper, "track their foot prints," she continued.

"Hey I was with the NAVY not the NAVAJO," I whisper to her harshly lowering my face a little to send a clearer message. "What do we do, what do you suggest we do," she whispers.

"You get back, I'll find them," I tell her before she interrupts me, "No, we'll find them," she whisper moving her finger back and forth between me and her giving me a pointed look. "You'll last two minutes out there, less in those ridiculous shoes," I state gruffly, losing my patience with her. She moves back a little staring at me before yanking her belt off and ripping her button up open revealing a purple tank top.

Taking the ends of her button up she ties them into a knot and rolling up her sleeves before placing her hands on her hips and looking at me. I pause not knowing what she meant. "What does that suppose to mean," I say questioningly, she huffs, "It mean I'm ready to go," she tells me. Oh I think to myself. Women. "Okay, but let's get one thing straight," I warn her curling my lip a little, "I'm in charge out here, you do everything I say exactly as I say it".

"Excuse me," She says with attitude, raising her eyebrow at me, "Just relax," I interrupt her, "just like taking a stroll through the woods," I tell her taking my gun off my shoulder, "65 million years ago," I say moving to the side a little waiting for her to go a head of me. She huffs and walks in front of me. I turn my head noticing a big dinosaur footprint in the mud before walking off.

I hope Hadleigh and the boys are alright I think to myself as I follow Claire. Please God.