My Jurassic park novel.

[Sniper0092]

Hi, this is my tribute to Michael Crichton, this is what I think JW should be like. I hope you like, I posted this before but I fixed mistakes.

 

 

~Enjoy.

 

 

 

Prologue

 

Isla Sorna lab, 2:00 PM.

Isla Sorna's roaring waves hit its rocky cliff perimeter, making watery, misty explosions. The afternoon light was not really in sight during the cloudy day. From a bird's eye view, the island's beautiful look still held up. Lush open wet grasslands were seen, lots of thick wet jungle, rivers, and the faint light from the cloud covered sun made the day prettier. The big island's lush ecosystem made up for the kind of gloomy day. The afternoon sounds of the loco birds made the island more inviting.
The big rusty, old building in the large grassland of the Northeastern part of the island still held up, even after InGen left, things seemed quiet there at the lab fortress....

When Dr. Wingfield joined Biosyn (A geneticists company that steals ideas from rival companies) to help research GX4 3 weeks ago, things had gone wrong…
Velociraptors surrounded the old abandoned rusty, darkened laboratory, breaking through windows, shredding 6 of Wingfield's dead team with their foot claws. Biting the rest of the protection bars of the door that protected him and his last remaining teammates. They banged on the door, snarling and screeching.
The lab's many holes let faint daylight in. The lab was old; cracks on the walls were seen a lot. But the lab was still intact somehow...

"They're breaking through!" said Ronold as he was blocking the door.

As the scaly, gray raptor hand found its way through the door next to Ronold, it tried to scratch him. He backed away quickly after each attempt, faint metal screeching rang on his ears as they clawed the wall next to the door, making long scratch marks.
Carla Park was at the bottom of the door, blocking it with a metal stick. Wingfield saw that the raptors would have to try harder to overcome the muscular, short haired woman of 25. He saw that her bloody A-shirt's stains were still bright red.

"What the f*** do we dooo?!"

Wingfield appeared as a dark brown man, with graying hair on the sides of his head, sweat soaked the sides of his rectangular glasses.
Wingfield searched the room some more, nothing so far. He saw a tall metal grey shelf with lots of little objects that looked like they could be used for surviving a blackout.
His beady brown eyes zigzagged as he looked. Then, at the corner of his eye, a small smoke bomb the size of a lipstick, he grabbed it. The thing was almost completely covered with his wide thick fingers.

"Open the door on three." Wingfield said. The two agents nodded.

"One… Two… THREE!!!"

The bomb zoomed out the door, it landed on the bloody ground, and in that instant it went off with a loud hissing sound.
The team of BioSyn agents ran for the custom jungle SUV parked just outside the lab, they could see it thanks to a large portion of the end of the large hallway was gone. The lab suffered many more damages like that, a lot were worse.
The car had lots of grey protection bars on the headlights and windows, except the front window.
The team ran like hell, the distance to the car was about 36 meters. Running in the dark blue long sleeved shirts and pants was easy, even with the black bullet proof vest.
Ronold's running intimidated most people, the sight of seeing a well-toned muscular man with big bulging biceps was kind of frightening.
The sky light beamed down at the damaged hall, shining light on his face, highlighting his fuzzy cleft.
The hall's ceiling was damaged, most of it was gone, and it had many holes, allowing the light from the grey cloudy sky to beam through.
The mottled grey hall had about 7 doors, 4 on the left side and 3 on the right.

Carla Park was falling behind, tired from losing blood from the raptor claw wound that ran from her armpit to her hand, the only thing holding the wound in place was a bloody tee. Some dry blood was on her short blond hair and tan skin.
The mirrors on some parts of the wall made it kind of hard to see her rounded scared face. The light blue eyes were very noticeable however.
She was about to call for help when, at the corner of her eye, a tall, green striped figure busted through the hall's walls. Dust and weak concrete gave way as the large animal came in. Carla saw its slender triangular yellow head, and basic theropod body come from the dust. In a few seconds, she found herself 16 ft. above the ground, in the jaws of a Carcharodontosaurus.
She felt the shark-like teeth puncture her guts, as she puked blood. The pain felt like a bunch of hot knives going straight through her soft flesh...
The large animal dropped her to the concrete floor, and saw that the human was crawling away...slowly...Grunting in pain....The animal stepped forward, and scooped her up, and jogged to the jungle, Carla's screams were heard......

"Carla!" said Ronold, as he was about to go after her.

"Mooove!" Wingfield said as he yanked his arm, the yank was so strong.

Ronold saw that the well-toned Latina man was a little faster than him.
The car was 10 meters away now. Animals jumped down from a bridge above the men, raptors, they jumped down in front of the team, snarling at them, the team was knocked down. The team was being mauled and bitten as they tried to get up.
Finally, Wingfield broke free by kicking a raptor's belly.

He was by the car now, panting as he was opening the door. He closed it quickly. The speckled green and brown BMW SUV came to life as he used the key he had in his pocket, he was on his way.
A B-BUMP! Sound came from behind the passenger window, it was Ronold…
Torn to the bone, veins hanging out, a scratched up torso, and a broken jaw, he banged the window, begging to come in. He slurred "HEEEELLLPPP!" As his hanging torn right eye was looking at Wingfield, he smeared blood on the window as his hands rubbed it.
Wingfield opened the door, and saw a group of raptors charged the car at great speed; they were about 30 ft. away. He gunned the car to the thick jungle.
The raptors surrounded the car, all hissing at the poor humans, Wingfield searched the glove box for a weapon, he found nothing…
Ronold, his eye wide open, was too messed up to move.
The road was infested with trees, the windshield wipers got caught and stopped, and it was a blind drive….
The jungle was filled with ferns, cycads, and long green vines that smacked the car and the animals chasing it. The raptors did not seem to care; their minds were strictly focused on KILLING the humans...Their vertical white lines along their sides kind of distracted George.
All the raptors nudged at the car, some even climbed on top, just when Wingfield thought the situation could not get any worse. A thick rounded body of an Apatosaurus carcass was in the road, the long neck and tail were in each side of his path. He made a sudden sharp turn to the unknown, he crashed to a large rock, and felt himself being battered around the car as it flipped over.. The crash made him and Ronold burst out the car, falling to the brown mud.

They and the car were in a large open part of the jungle, sun light came in faint beams in the area. they were in a gap in the area that let a lot of sun in the middle of it, the area was circular. Trees surrounded it.
Wingfield got back up and tried to get Ronold up, but in that instant the raptors busted out the trees and jumped the men. Ronold, who was to hurt to move, was in seconds torn to bits.
Wingfield was still fighting, trying to dodge the foot claws, and trying to get his knife.
One of animals got a lucky hit and gutted him, grabbed his neck with its jaws, and threw him 6 ft across the area till he hit a rock.
Wingfield could not feel his neck, barley able to move his head to see his guts were everywhere. He was about to pass out when.. He saw a raptor, standing there, breathing at him. The red, beady bird-like eyes were so focused on him. Wingfield was too messed up to move, he was paralyzed, and broken. Wingfield watched as the raptor lifted its hind leg, ready to strike, and in a second, the foot smashed Wingfield's eye sockets.