Project Sorna

Eight

                                The drumming of rain ended just as it had started. Wildlife flourished in the area, and for Robin Prestley, she could not sleep a wink. Even in the comfortable, private hammock underneath a rock of all things.

                                 The high-focused binoculars were out and Robin was scanning the field of ivory. Only a swift movement of juvenile Dilophosaurs was caught in the lenses in some tall grass. The fierce foursome group of Dilophosaurs crossed the tall grass to the north tree-line and were off into the horizon, squalling all the way and further through the rain forest.

                                 And that was the third thing recorded in her journal pages. Another drawing as well.

                                 The sun was glaring in the sky. Who knew that the sun would always be the brightest after the rain. No, that was barely a fact. The sun was brightest in the afternoon usually in the US, but this place was far from the US.

                                 Her watch said 1:46pm. It as not bad timing after all.

                                 So the sun was brighter than usual for a reason. Robin thought quickly for a minute. Robin was able to do a thorough search of her things until her favorite hat was found. It was a pink cap with a green embroidered velociraptor shape on the side, and the design always stood out to her. But not as much as a real tyrannosaurus. That really got her thinking...where was that T-Rex that almost eat her up? 

                                  "Never mind the T-Rex. That T-Rex isn't after me anymore-sure knows that I'm on Sorna." Robin contemplated with a rash thought. "But too bad, got to keep moving."

                                  The pink hat adjusted to her head. Robin looked around the wet environment, fidgeting with her brown pony tail. Then she directed her eyes to the north horizon. An imaginary path to the woods was drawn in her mind, but the Dilophosaurs stuck in her mind as a future concern. Better to stay a distance from trouble. 

                                   She went the opposite way. To the south side, where there was a large hill to walk up. And more grass to weave through. 

                                  The long grass was a perfect place to hide for any dinosaur, even a mammal like Robin. At least, Robin knew herself that she was becoming the prey than just any  acquaintance looking for a good time.

                                    Into the long grass Robin went. Every footstep was wet and squishy, it did just rain. Every few feet of grass needed to be pushed aside in order to see the next few feet. Yet, the area was quiet. Except the roars and bellows and calls of dinosaurs from miles and miles from these jungles. 

                                   The sky above was turning into a canvas of afternoon pinks and oranges and purples and golden yellows. And the wind picked up for some odd reason. 

                                  Crickets chirped. And out of all the prehistoric things on this island, she realized that it was the crickets that she missed from her neighborhood. One cricket was on a grass stalk to her left, it was just out of the corner of her eye. 

                                  Robin smiled to the cricket. "Hello, little guy, how are--"

                                   Then, the most unexpected thing jumped out at her face. And it was no cricket. The poor cricket was suddenly.....