Project Sorna

Twelve

                               My distorted head snapped up from a cold, hard floor of wood. It took a moment for the sheering pain to swell in. My hand slowly receded to my tangle of hair that was shriveled from the absence of my pink hat that vanished. I immediately noticed what was out of order and began inspecting my new surroundings. Apparently I was put in some abandoned structure out in the jungles of Sorna, the fist-shaped red mark between my eyes indicated Fredrick really punched me hard. I felt the scars, blisters, and dirtied streaks on my tanned legs. My nose didn't feel right either. My finger was streaked with a blood stain.

                               There I was, sitting up remarkably well and aware, when I noticed a note on the floor. I lunged my arm at it but a wind gust sent the scrap almost under a doorstop.

                               I gnarled at my lip. "Come here, you piece of-" my mouth stuttered, but my eyes went from the paper to a curved animal straying just nearby. I glanced in it's direction with a sense of precaution on my agenda. A snake was teasing me with it's forked tounge. I stuck my own tounge back at it, I was only mocking the damn thing. The Yellow-Bellied Sea Snake did not take it pleasant.

                               The snake raised it's front body a little over 5 inches off the ground. It sizzled a hiss at me, maybe I should have just considered leaving it alone from now on.

                                I lunged for the note. The final gust of wind came and swept it under the door, and with that, my reaction screamed failure. With barely the strength of a dying mouse, I abruptly slumped to the floor in my own frustration and took a while to rest. My mouth bared my teeth so I didn't literally scream.

                               Suddenly, the yellow-highlighted snake added another  frightening hiss. I met the snake's head level. My hand was creeping WAY too close at that point.

                               "OH...." I made a blank look, covering up the fear. "Whoops." My hand slowly snuck beside my torso.

                               The snake got the message and I suppose it forgave me and went in another direction. Not the direction that I endorsed. The direction where the note was breached just on the other side of that grainy doorstop. I made a slip-second decision. It was important for me to retrieve the note before  the mind-less snake ruined any chances for me.

                               I swiped my BARE hand to pin it's arrow-formed head to the ground. Then I scuffled to the door handle and turned the silvery handle without getting up. And I was brave enough about it. The door opened, and I quickly grabbed the note and pulled it in.

                               Reading the note only took a second. My palm still on the snake's head, I read the dialogue out loud,

                               "I am truly sorry, Robin. I had to save you. I had to save you from that monster. The island is no place for you to be right now. Go back. If that is your decision. PS; I'm only barrowing your hat for a moment. I'll drop it off at the GL soon for you to find. I think your able to find it."

                               With a sigh of achievement yet puzzlement, I freed the snake and crawled as fast as my knees would take me with an apologetic glance backwards over my shoulder. I inter-locked my eyes with the initials this time.

                               Now let's see. What did GL stand for?

                               I looked around. There was no tell-tale signs of GL being a destination. This might take more strategy to find out for myself, if not I would need to make some routines around this place. But I did have one assumption. GL could stand for Genetics Lab.

                              I stood up and stashed the note quietly into my pocket. Then I left and after a few stairwells later on, I saw that an array of glass panels were shattered. Outside, it was a natural disaster all over again. The memories of studies sunk in. Hurricane Clarissa happened.

                             The feeling of standing in a wreckage of what InGen intended to be a second successful park was a lot to swallow. Everything must have been going great until Clarissa came in and overturned the place. Especially the dinosaurs. Wasn't betting on many of them being survivors. It probably was not the case that hurricanes strike humid places such as Isla Sorna around New Zealand, it was that I was attached to dinosaurs. Emotionally. And sacredly.

                             Then my thoughts disappeared as something stomped. Looking from a strange angle, a Tyrannosaurus appeared. It scanned the area. I dived behind the merely-destroyed wall with some holes through it.  The T-Rex sniffed the shattered panels that were once actual windows that scientists would observe through. After that, he moved on.

                             I was about to stand up. But the Tyrannosaurus stopped, I watched the T-Rex slowly look to the left, just around the far corner of the building. His predatory eyes was fixated. Another competitor of the forest emerged.

                              The Tyrannosaurus faced his opponent. I craned my head around from the jutted wall to see the dark canopy with the T-Rex not noticing me. There was the machine. A dinosaur of mechanical parts and shrapnel's of metal and iron. I made a little gasp at it, quickly scrambling back behind the wall in fear.

                              After, I heard the T-Rex roar like a beast. It stomped from out of view and kept eyeing the monster. The machine roared to life and before long, the rivals trampled at each other.