Project Sorna

Nine

                           Gone. Gone down the belly of a Compsognathus. 

                            Robin fell, and she fell hard. "ARG!" Now she was on her back, the wind was almost knocked out of her lungs with the sunglasses sinking in the mud. The compy squeaked and leaped on her belly. Robin realized the little dinosaur was now on the attack and looked to see it gnarling at her shirt ferociously.

                            Screaming did no good. But Robin did scream for three seconds or less, then turned assertive. Robin's hand slapped the compy off her and attempted to crawl on the wet earth into a thicket. The compy was chasing after her shirt and she was still being attacked.  

                             A hoard of compys came leaping from the grass and onto her back.  Pain from their bites spread until she drew the tears and screamed at the top of her lungs. "OFF! OFF!!" 

                             Finally, she threw the compys off and crawled as fast as she could. The ground was absolute mud and filthiness when she made it through the fern tunnel. On the other side, a whole empty and restored marsh revealed standing trees with barely any light shining through the greenery. 

                               A sigh rested in Robin's lungs. With that, she got to her legs and filtered the sticks and stuff out of her delicate hair with her hand. She glanced back down at the tunnel, and realized something clearly obvious. It was going to be a while before she could go back for the sunglasses. The sunglasses were what mattered the least in this scenario, where she felt trapped and suddenly scared. The attack of the compys back there could have gotten worse and escalated before she could really fight back at them. And she was only thankful to be in a marsh and alone. 

                               There had to be up that first tree. Robin walked forward and examined the trunk, studying the bark, and it's width. It looked like a good size-but with those winding limbs, the idea was almost immediately scrapped. 

                              She had no sort of rope gear in her backpack. But there were some decent vines from the bushes she could use. 

                               "Might as well get to work." 

                               One vine did little to help. The long lace broke apart in Robin's grip as she snatched them. She pouted and slouched her shoulders, tired from the effort. "COME.ON." Then a thought came into her mind: just use the second half and braid to the two. Now this had to work!

                               And it did. Eventually. The braid of vines helped Robin to climb up to the lowest tree limb, approximately a seven foot climb from the ground. Then,  she sat neatly and tried to map the marsh for any dinosaurs. She sat and steadily wrote in her journal for a short while until something major happened. 

                              *BOOM* 

                              Could that have been an explosion on the island? Out of nowhere, Pteradons and Pterodactyls came flying overhead in a squalling army. The whole forest was a natural madhouse of panic and distress!

                              Robin snapped her head up. It was a few minutes before she said, "What in the world....?"

                              In no time at all, Robin descended the rope and alerted herself even more. All that she did was toss her things on a high rock and was soon out of the tunnel. She made a strict look to the left, then the right, making sure she was safe from anymore danger in the tallgrass.

                              Robin had a raptor claw stowed in her back pocket. She thought twice about grabbing it.

                              "Ugh-hello? Anyone wanna come out?"

                              Something in the sky zoomed away, as fast as she heard it with her own ears.