Project Sorna

Seven

                        (Robin's POV)

                         I thrust the extension cord attached to my parachute and it opened. The wind, slowly but surely drifted me to a nice rock landing. I sorted out my surroundings, exactly where I was on the island now. I equipped my camera just in case of good shots to take. The scenery was a whole embodiment of wilderness and dinosaurs. To the south was a clearing of water, with a family of Parasaurolophus herbivores drinking by the sip. Then they suddenly looked at the sky and retreated. I frowned with confusion. Then I looked to the sky myself. 

                       Oh--the plane! The plane was of course making a whirling buzz with it's propellar and the engine was roaring. The noise was obviously a nuisance to the wildlife. I smiled and waved as the plane flew from the island, leaving me free and by myself. 

                      I searched the rock. Nothing, until my ears adjusted to the thumping of dinosaur feet. I stashed the sunglasses and just as my binoculars were out, I was scared stiff by movement. A large creature was rocking a boulder feet away, the boulder was blocking an archway degraded into the flat rock. I didn't have any idea of what this dinosaur was, but I sure suspicious of the dinosaur's bulk it had. It actually had a lot of bulk behind that rock. 

                     Then the movement was stopped. The large animal was not pushing the rock anymore and two feet thumped away. I bent on my knees just to hide and my sweat poured on the stone beneath me. 

                     *ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR*

                     Now I heard that roar before. And my ears were almost deaf when I heard the animal.

                     I fell that time. But I got up no more than three inches and slithered down below the rock side. I was scared this time and I finally had shade to cool myself almost completely. I was shaded, but  I was terribly afraid that I would be discovered by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. 

                     Deep breaths, Robin, deep breaths. Just take the time to breath. 

                     I made myself struggle to hold the binocular tool. That thing just had to be a starving tyrannosaurus rex just above me. And in those five seconds, the thought hit my brain that probably those Parasaurolophus  herbivores were used to seeing planes on foreign soil after all. The thing that they might have been fearful of was a T-Rex. And just what would happen if a T-Rex found me?

                     The scene was tense. Then, I realized nothing was going on. It was like my imagination was on, making a T-Rex seem like a predator after me. I opened my eyes to see the rain pouring down in front of my face and reality was back to normal. Lucky I wasn't wet, being shielded with a lump of rock over my head. I think the T-Rex was only my imagination. I only think!

                      No....definitely a real tyrannosaurus rex with a hungry belly. 

                      Fine. Just fine then. I was with the proper equipment. I remember the Parasaurolophus herbivores drinking at the body of water. Pale horns sticking from the back of their heads and duck bill type thing on their faces.

                     If rain was going to hold back my plans already, then why not spend some time with my good 'ol journal and drawing board? It was a nice start on the island--subtract the unexpected rain water.