The water's motion looks too hazardous to attempt crossing. I search the river bank, grinding the sand on my teeth with forward, backward jaw movements. "So, big guy, where do you expect us to go from here?"
The only answer from him was to continue inspecting the dead velociraptors. I stood my ground, closing my eyes at the sight of him, about to retort him for being a rude to me right when I was so thankful of him saving my flesh and blood. And anyways, what made him so intrigued about inspecting the corpses?
"Excuse me!" I strutted right over.
"Oh-the river?" He craned his good eye to the river. "Doesn't look so extreme. I see some rocks over there that might come in handy." He motioned.
I turned around, scouting the area with hawk eyes. The rocks were rather small to step on from where I was standing. Maybe give or take. Sure didn't look like the work of peculiar camouflaged predators that would snap at a human being given the right opportunity.
The sound of tearing flesh disgusted me. But oddly enough, I saw the soldier digging a knife into the female velociraptor. He sure had a hard time carving into the flesh, pressing the utensil farther and farther into it's belly.
"Haven't seen that lately." I didn't think to eye his handiness. Again, my kidnapper ignored me and decided not speak his name at all. "What are you doing?"
Then I eyed the eggs, packed together oh-so warmly. He most likely had an interest in thieving eggs from the naturally cold-blooded since his travel pack revealed a dozen more. He solemnly plucked the white shells from within the velociraptor and found room for them in the pack. "Being an expert at this."
I kept the sickly moisture in my throat. "Don't invite me into it."
Soon, we were idly crossing the river.
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Our next destination was at the edge of the woods. I paused with eyes becoming watered, smelling the wave of dinosaur feces. We stood at the base of the hill and I bit my upper lip before piping up a question in my head.
"You've climbed this before?""
"What does it look like to you?" He started forward, rifle cradled in his arms. I followed. The sun was unusually bright this time of day. Then again I didn't know what the time was necessarily.
I started gaining up on him. He intently eyed me then scouted the area while moving, his finger on the trigger like there was the possibility that something might dart out of the horizon at us. What was he so cautious about? I decided to keep the question to my self. At least he wasn't so hostile.
We finally got to the crest of the hill, after five minutes of walking up a steep climb. Up there, it was a hilly landscape with an exotic zing of jungles and forestland. I smiled a pleasant smile, knowing that dinosaurs were free to roam. Then there was something suspicious that I could not ignore.
A huddled family of Stegosaurs. The four of them was spooked by something.
"You've met the family, too?"" I asked.
The guy averted his attention, then glared. "That family isn't of your concern, ma'am."
We kept walking, he kept situating the rifle however he could. Minutes later, we wandered across this other unit. Inside, we discovered a lasting amount of water and a contraption. The more I examined the whole piece, the more I realized what it was for.
"They used these for the raptors." I said. The armed man warily gave me a far away look. "You know-they put the raptors in here to keep them situated like horses being put in stalls?"
"Ah!" He understood, bobbing his head. "These! Say-you got a-"
Before he could continue, a displeasing crash sounded from yards off into the trashed preserved complex. I stiffened a shrill whimpered and lowered myself to the ground, holding intensively with my nails firmly around his sleeve. He directed his full attention further into the other unit that laid steps away into the sloshing area of water.
"...W-why the commotion?" I whispered, pulling away and being conscious of what was behind me.
He turned around, vaguely looking at me with that one eye and putting his index finger to his lips. I complied with him and sealed my lips, slowly slinking away unintentionally. Then a bionic-like rumble went off in some units ahead, following a scuffling pattern of shoes in the water like a panicky fellow was trying to get a distance away from it.
Then the forest was still again. But again, more scuffling. Then the rhythmic sound of prehistoric feet thrusting through the jungle-and it was getting close. Very tall figures were running our way, definitely enough to trample a human being.
He glanced around uneasily, dragging me suddenly into the raptor cages with sweat beaming. I sat awkwardly, compacted in the cage that gave an edge of claustrophobia to the situation. A loud thud from beyond indicated a herd probably bounded in. From there, numbers and numbers of silver-striped carnivores came thrusting across the ruins and were squalling in panic. I grimaced at the loudness of the fleeing beasts and with the cage all rickety and ragged, I definitely felt the power of their feet.
No. There had to be a reason they were running that willingly. A big figure was after them. Just when I came to the assumption, the menacing shadow loomed up and skirted a few yards into the complex with the ground rumbling. The mechanical parts belonged to the bionic rex, eyes highlighted green and scanning the place with metallic daggers as teeth.
An computerized sound went off from the neck region, gears turning visibly. The sheer sight of something that technical disturbed me.
Man-kind has officially created a nightmare. But another question churned in my mind.
Why would man-kind bring something like this to life?
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Project Sorna
AdventureThe day Robin Prestley quit her job was a relief. At least, that's how sequence of events go until her study-filled extravaganza to the deserted Isla Sorna goes south all due to her ex-boss and his pure selfish-ness. The truth really was that ever s...
