I Used To Like Dinosaurs

Chapter Six: What The Heck Is Alan Grant Doing On Isla Sorna?

                 Eric had no idea how long he'd been on this godforsaken rock. He'd stopped marking the wall at day forty two, and it had been a while since then. He barely managed to survive each day. He could hardly seem to go one with out a dinosaur attack of some sort. T.rex, Spinosaurus, you name it. Even a stegosaurus, after he'd unwittingly strayed to close to its baby. Bad idea.

                  Marking the wall was pointless. No one was going to rescue him. The Costa Rican and American governments probably didn't want to risk sending anyone just to get eaten. Especially not to rescue some twelve year old kid whose divorced parents had sent him to restricted island with a friend, just to get him off their back.

                     He'd organized his truck. No more tripping and falling every time he stood up or tried to walk. He'd gone back to the compound a few times to collect food, and he had broken into a few more vending machines for chocolate bars, the only good thing about this rock. He'd seen the raptors once more. They hadn't noticed him, so he'd climbed into a tree to wait it out. He'd seen them hunt down and kill a triceratops, and he knew he was going to have a load of new nightmares about it.

                   He was down to two gas grenades. He had used most of them on compys, seeing as the gas actually caused them to asphyxiate and die. Eric guessed it was because they had such tiny lungs. He'd created a sort of camouflage cape thing. It seemed to keep most of the animals from noticing him, which was a very good thing. He'd didn't even want anything to do with the non-carnivorous dinosaurs. He was sick of this place. Any day now, he was going to end up as Dino snacks. So much for humans being top of the food chain.

                           At the moment, he was in the jungle looking for anything that could help him survive another day. Anything. Suddenly, Eric heard a sound that made his blood freeze. Raptors. Snarling, hissing, growling raptors. Raptors with claws and teeth that could kill him in an instant. Eric searched for a tree with low branches. Nada. None with vines thick enough to hold his weight, either. Wait. The raptors weren't coming after him. They were hunting something else, probably a small dinosaur, judging from the sounds.

                              No. Those weren't dinosaur sounds... those were human sounds! Humans! On the island? Maybe a rescue party? Or someone else who was stranded here? He hoped it was the former. But if it was another person, he couldn't let them get eaten by dinosaurs. But... raptors. They'd tear him apart easily. But he also couldn't let them kill someone, like that poor triceratops. No one deserved a death like that. No one.

                               But how could he rescue them. He climbed a tree and looked down on the pack. There was another human on the island. He couldn't quite make out his facial features, though, as he was wearing a large hat, sort of like Indiana Jones. The raptors were closing in. He needed to make his move soon, otherwise the man would be killed. He reached into his pocket for his gas grenades, chucking his last ones towards the pack. The raptors shrieked and choked. Eric dove out of the tree, and grabbed the mans wrist. He took off into the forest, dragging the guy behind 2him.

                                     The stranger coughed and choked, and Eric kept having to pull him away from trees that he was in danger of running into. The sounds of the raptors faded into the distance, screeches and howls disappearing into nothing. They made it back to a familiar part of the jungle, but the guy kept slowing down, choking and trying to rub smoke out of his eyes. Eric growled in frustration and pulled on the man's arm. "Hurry up unless you want to be raptor chow!" This seemed to give him some more incentive to run. He allowed Eric to guide him through the maze of trees and vines until they reached the clearing with the water truck. Home sweet home, Eric thought sardonically. Stupid island.

                                        The guy tripped over the threshold of the hatch. Eric assumed he still couldn't see because of the gas. He sat him down and gave him some water to clean out his throat and eyes. The man took off his hat in order to see better and Eric froze. He recognized him. Eric waited until his coughing and choking died down a little, then he crouched in front of the man. He looked him in the eye and said, " You're Alan Grant." It wasn't a question.

A\N: Aaaand if you've watched the movie, you know what happens next!