Genesis Chronicles: Alpha

I am starting a series, peoples. It will be about regular visitors, in JPOG, when a horrible accident goes wrong. For the sake of reading, the stories will be written in Black, instead of the usual Purple I use. There will be at LEAST 5 installments to the series, including the conclusion.


CHAPTER 1: PROLOGUE


"Yea dad. O.K, got it. I will. Alright. I'll call you when it has taken off. Alright. Love you too, bye." Tom said, turning off his Blackberry. Tom was a fit, 17 year old, who was the star middle linebacker on his high school team, with scouts knocking on his door every other week, offering scholarships. Not that he needed any free college; his parents where extremely wealthy. He was only playing football for the popularity. He stood at 6 foot 4; some of his teachers mistook him for a Senior during lunch on his first year as a Junior. Muscular and handsome, you would never have guessed he was such a huge dinosaur enthusiast.

He was still sitting in that damn airport waiting dock, with his mother, brother and sister. His mother was always so critical in the simplest of moments. Tom can still remember the day his athletic trainer met at their house to discuss his potential on the team. She had 5 hours to prepare, and looked like she was about to have a heart attack. She is about 5 foot 9, always looking up to Tom and his brother. She has red hair, always put up in some neat hairstyle she spent thousands on in some hair parlor that morning.

His brother was much older than him. He, unfortunately, would not be going with Tom. He was the manager of an automotive company in Germany. Tom was surprised he even had the time to meet at this stifling Florida airport. His brother was amazingly scrawny compared to his younger brother, a tad taller than Tom, but a whole lot skinnier. Maybe it was because 70% of his meals where on an airplane, being on business trips constantly and whatnot. He was always wearing his Voltswagon labcoat, if not wearing one of his endless Business Suites.


His sister looked entirely like her mother, long, red hair and all. She was 13, and so much of a drama queen when she had to go to one of Toms 'pointless' games.

Toms father was an entirely different man. His fortune was inhereted by his mother and father, who ran an enviromental plant in Iceland. When they moved to the U.S, being rich immigrants, they where pressured to fund the ongoing WWII. When they invested 60% of their fortune,(almost 6 million in USD), in Liberty Bonds, when the war was over their fortune almost doubled, while they where still 20 and 28 years of age. Their son (Toms father) felt better on the battlefield, rather than just fund it. They had their child late. At about age 47, her mother gave birth to him. Immediately, he enrolled in the U.S Airforce, at age 18, and has returned twice to serve his country. Tom was said to have gotten his muscularity from his father, but not his signature accent.

"Do you have everything, Tom?" his mother asked fervishly. Tom held up his one bag. The rest was held by a some guy who was pushing around a cart, begging for peoples luggage. His trip should only last 3 days tops, so only 4 bags where needed. His mother arranged for the Gate to supply him with $10,000 in a card that can only be used at the island.

"Yea mom, thanks for worrying." Tom flashed his mom a smile, that was quickly stolen by his sister, who had more important things to do than spend time with the star child at some humid airport. "hey, while you're there, will you marry a dinosaur, and you can have freakish children, like you."

Tom had a comback ready, but didn't want to upset his mother with her final moments with her son. So, he faked a laugh and turned to his brother, who had tapped him on his shoulder.

"Here." His brother said, hiding a wide smile. He dumped in Toms hand what looked like some spy watch mechanism. "Thanks, but what is it, Joey?"

"It's an Aeromatic Worldtime GMT 1500. Didn't even get released to the general public yet. Got it on a special offer from a salesman at the German Company I work at."


"Uh, thanks.. I thought you made cars, not superman watches, bro."

Lightly laughing, his brother elaborated.
"The original one only showed all the time regions of the world, in analog form. This one is not only an analog form, that can switch to any timezone with the click of the button, but it has 5 pull out lenses that show you your exact location in Longitude and Latitude, has a compass, thermometer in Celsius and Fahrenheit, Hygrometer, and a touchscreen calculator-"

"...is that it, bro? I wanna be able to catch the plane with my brain in tact."

"Yea, almost done," he took a deep breath, "on the top there, there is a pull out knife. I customized it to have a refurbished classic Swiss Army Knife. Right above the knife slot there is a flashlight. Just incase you want to see some stuff in the dark. It can withstand being in 5000 degrees of fire, and as far underwater as you can get it. It is all fully charged, and has 2 months worth of power. It recharges whatever it may use during the day with built in solar panels on the main analog,"

He took another breath, as Tom shifted in his seat.

"speaking of wanting to see in the night, I got you these Night Vision goggles dad sent us. Unfortunately, it's a little low tech compared to that watch. The only advantage I can see with these goggles is that they are waterproof, and protect your ears. This is because they would shoot guns, whilst wearing night vision goggles, so a built in sound neutralizer only made sense during war."

"Mr. Sudar, your plane shall be arriving in 30 minutes, would you like me to board your luggage for you when it arrives?"

Tom smiled. "Yes, please. Here's something for your troubles, sir." He handed the man thirty dollars. Pocket change, as his mother called such amounts.

'Mr. Sudar', he thought. Why did his dad have to receive that name when he arrived. Since his father was from Iceland, he traditionally had not last name. Icelanders, by tradition, did not have 'last names'. So, when he arrived in the U.S, they where agitated to hear the response "We have no last name, sir. My name is Karl, and this is my Wife Alsen. We have 1 name, sir."

Frustratedly, they assigned the name "Sudar" on their certificates. Tom always felt like he was cursed with the name.

"Anyway, here they are. You don't need to take them. I'd be surprised if you'd you even have the room in that little carry-on to bring such things."

Tom smirked, and replied, "And I'm surprised you got that through security."

His brother nodded, pleased at his brothers humor. He held up a tiny identification card. "This little fella ensures I could bring a fully loaded gun through security. Getting these things through was as simple as the take-off-your-shoes step."

"Okay," Tom said between chuckles. "But no worries. I have room for this right in the carry on. I only have some magazines, i-pod, and cell phone in there,"

Tom took the gifts and carefully placed them in the side of the suitcase, where padding would assure no harm would be brought to the items.

"Thanks again, bro."


"Alright, there goes the luggage boy," his mother said, her eyes tearing up. "Looks like it's time for 1st classers to board."

"Aw, mom, don't cry, I'll be back safe and sound. Promise."

"I can only pray," Toms mother said, hugging him tightly.

"Bye loser." His sister said, nastily, not even looking up from her phone to pay anything but words to her departing brother.

"Have fun with your zoo monsters or whatever the devil it is you're seeing. Don't forget to play with the toys I gave you," His brother said, punching him on the shoulder.

"Bye killbuzz," he said stealing a glance at his sister. "Later, kid" his sister said, getting up and hugging him.

"There's my sister. Alright, there it is guys, that InGen airplane. Bye!



He loaded the plane, unaware that he may as well be loading his own casket.


CHAPTER 2: BEST FRIENEMIES

"Dad, I'm just leaving this message to let you know we are boarding the plane. Call me in about 30 minutes, the flight staff is barking at me to turn off the phone. Love you bye."

"Was that you're mommy?" a snotty voice said.

"No; if you would be paying attention, you would know I was speaking to my father. Anyway, at least I am empathetic enough to let my parents know where I am." Tom snorted.

The guy who rudely sat down next to him, of all places, looked at him with smug satisfaction.

"That was a test. I wanted to see what kinda guy you are. You look like some dope coming to a zoo."

"Yea? Well I-"

"Calm down. I said that is what you appear as. You seem smart enough to be my companion on this trip, I suppose."

With an open mouth, Tom tried to put together what just happened. There was 40 seats in this class, all individual dorm like things that have 3 seats each. Why did this geek have to choose ME? Tom thought. Tom always liked striking out on his own. He paralleled himself to the Utah Raptor. On his own, and strong enough to do so. His attitude conflicted on the Football field, where he had to share the spotlight with the Senior cornerback, who almost had Toms playing Caliber.

And this guy looked just like another cornerback. Ready to hog anything exiting. But alas, It is good to make friends in such a strange place. This place was just like something out of a storybook.

"So how long have you liked dinosaurs?" his new friend asked.

"Dunno. As long as I could pronounced "velociraptor". Tom said.


"UGH! That over-rated lizard. You are aware that it is just an exaggerated, oversized, compy? Nothing special about it. At all. It is short, and annoying."


"Yes, I am aware that it has been overtaken as the best great predator. But that does not mean it wasn't one of the best hunters in the cretacious period." Tom said, ready to debate.

"Ugh, I have better things to do than second such oblivious remarks."

"Like what? It is a three hour flight." Tom said, ignoring the rudeness.

"My Job. I am a computer hardware engineer, specializing in things such as designing spreadsheet formats and microsoft improvements. They make the crap, I make it gold."

"Funny, to think someone with such Dino ambition such as you would work as a paleontologist, or some Paleobiology." Tom said casually.

"Hah! My obsession is strictly a recreational activity to fill the gap between work and sleep. What is it YOU do?"

"Me? I am in High School, starting Middle Linebacker, and studying astronomy."

With a grin, Toms 'friend' remarked "Funny. To think someone with such ambition in dinosaurs would study paleobiology, not some sort of jock.


Accepting his mistake, Tom decided to examine that intricate watch his brother provided him. As soon as he pulled it out of the carryon, his friend burst out: "Is that the new Aeromatic Worldtime GMT 1500?!"

A little set back, Tom replied "...yea. Why?"

"Because! I have been trying to get a watch like that for ages!" He went into his carry on, and pulled out a tiny checkbook, with a silver 'M'


"I am prepared to pay you three hundred thousand dollars for that watch."


Wide eyed, Tom hesitantly denied the offer. "It is a gift from my brother, I could never-"


"Whatever. Fine. I'm going to sleep. Have fun with your watch, Jockey."

"Good riddance." Tom murmured. He soon fell asleep, missing the announcement from the flight pilot "We are entering dense storm, be prepared for abrupt landing, or long delay."

CHAPTER 3: GUSTY

Tom ran through the isles of the airplane, frantically looking for his luggage. The announcer was screaming to be prepared for a crash landing, and Tom wasn't going to die like this.

The funny thing was, Tom never remembered waking up, he felt like he was just dropped into this confusion.

"Hey! Jock!" a familiar voice said.

Tom turned to see the geek that was sitting next to him, about to jump off the plane with a parachute.


"You can die once you get to the island. I'm jumping."


Just as he jumped, Tom felt a tap on his shoulder. It was an enormous Ceratosaurus. Female. Terrified, Tom backed up, more and more, until he slipped off the plane, freefalling to doom. Or worse.


Toms seat buzzed, making a high pitched "Bing!" sound, waking him up. He looked across the isle to see it happening to all the other surprised passengers.

With great relief, Tom walked to the snack counter, and bought a Pepsi. He was sweating profusely, so of course on of the flight attendants made a big deal of it.

"Sir, we have electric towels in the back, for your enjoyment. You look like you just got done running a marathon. There is an individual air conditioner in your seat section, sir. And also-"

"I'm fine," Tom said, "I just had a bad dream, that's all," He handed the cashier the money, and continued with the flight attendant. "Do you know when we are landing?" Tom said, trying to make his voice sound casual.

"Ah, probably in about 1 hour," she said, still looking at Toms muscularity.

Annoyed, Tom said "1 hour?! This plane has been airborne for 4 hours. We should have landed an hour ago, not an hour from now!"

With a shrug, an annoyed shake of her head, she buzzed past Tom, bumping him on the shoulder. Which didn't hurt much, considering Toms arms where about the size of the scrawny flight attendants width.

Besides, Tom had no time for apologies. He had to go find that geek and let him know. For some reason, he felt he had to tell him.



When he reached the geek, he was on a labtop, typing furiously.

"Shut up!" he said. "I don't care!!"

"But I-" Tom said, confused.

"Not you," the geek said, tensly.

He swiveled around in his comfort chair. He was talking on a Bluetooth. Relieved, Tom continued eavesdropping.

"Well to late. I am already on the plane. You can nag all you want, mother, but I am not going back to that hellhole you call 'home' he said, taking off the bluetooth.

"Who was that?" Tom asked curiously.

"None of you'r- ah the heck with it. I was on the phone with my mother. She just woke up to find me gone."

Tom snickered. "You're how old, and live with your mom?"

"Twenty nine. And I don't live with my mother. I take care of her."

"Right.." Tom said, hiding a laugh.

"Don't worry. When it's time for you to move out, it will be you who will have to take care of an old bat day in and day out."

"...My mom's not a bat, and whatever, dude."

"And another thi-" he started,

"The plane has another hour before we land." Tom interrupted.

"What?" He asked.

"The plane. It isn't set to land for another hour, at least."
"Says who?"
"Says her." Tom pointed towards the cockpit, where the flight attendant last went.

"I'll be right back." He walked into the cock pit, where a bouncer, even bigger than Tom, refused to let him enter. "I'll keep this in mind whilst choosing your tip, lowlife!"


The bouncer didn't even seem phased.

Tom watched as he walked back into his seat section, and brought out that checkbook again.

"Here is a blank check, with my signature and everything. You name a number, I write it down. Got it? Money is not an object."

The bouncer looked around nervously, then accepted the offer, whispering something into the tiny mans ear. Nodding respectively, Toms 'friend' wrote down the requested amount. Then, he gained access to the cockpit, checkbook in hand. About ten minutes later, he returned, with a large grin on his face.

"That one hour ride has just been cut to about a thirty minute one. We where going to go around the storm, but I made the pilots convinced it was just a little gust, with no reason to delay such a fine trip."


"Awesome! In just thirty minutes, we will be in the visitor center of the greatest theme park in the world!" Tom said, excitedly.

"Amen!" His friend added happily.


CHAPTER 4: VISITOR CENTER

"We are beginning landing sequence, passengers are required to fasten seatbelts, and turn off all electronics. Please put your food trays up, and air conditioners and heaters off." The intercom bellowed.

Tom woke as his chair buzzed and binged once again, so he could hear the announcement repeated.

The plane screeched onto the runway, rode around in circles for 2 minutes, and paused for a stop. "Funny, this just looks like another airport!" Tom said, annoyed. This place was somewhere cold, and rainy. The airport looked more like an oversized, abandoned gas station with runways.

"You know what, you're right!" His friend and a few others said in agreement. They weren't on any island at all! A man in a brown overcoat came running towards them. "Hello, I am the park Co-Administrator. The main administrator understands your frustration, but unfortunately, the only way to access the island is by helicopter. Your 'copter will be here momentarily. Any questions will be taken on the flight to the island."

The passengers murmured and grumbled annoyed for about 2 minutes, calling parents, threatening to sue the Co Admin. After it reached peak noise, the helicopter hovered into sight. It looked extremely small, like it could never hold more than 7 or 8 of them. It had a "J" that had a loop on the top, like a combined "J" and "P". Another InGen logo was painted on the blue side of the copter. As the helli got closer, visitors started to order in a single file line, arguing over who got there first. Tom and his friend broke away from the pack, to meet up with their bellhops for their luggage.

Toms friend broke away from the pack, and stood the opposite way, stubbornly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Tom asked.

"That helicopter is not going to be facing anywhere near that side. I have landed countless copters, and know that to be where that helli is now, to get it to land where they think it is going to land, is next to impossible."

Slowly, Tom lined up behind him.
The geek was right. The copter landed almost perfectly adjacent to where they where. Tom and his friend boarded the copter. Only six others joined them. The other two groups would have to wait there, until they got back.

In the copter was two men in the front seat, one holding a very large rifle, and one who was tirelessly working the controls. The one with the rifle stood up, and slowly showed them to their seats. It was as square, room-like area, with a large circular, rap around metallic bench that they where expected to sit on.

"You are probably all pissed beyond limits, and I cannot blame you. I can, however, tell you to shut your spoiled mouths so we can explain why you're mad in the first place. The island has varying weather conditions. Trying to land a plane in that place would be suicide. We will be taking this helicopter to the visitor center, where each of your rooms will be. You may choose to go to the food court, or begin touring the island. Any cards you pre ordered will also be given at the visitor center," he stopped to say something to the pilot.

"You're luggage is fine. It is taking a separate helicopter to the west side of the visitor center. It will be taken to your rooms."

He tipped his hat, and returned to the Co-pilot seat with his rifle, and left them in silence.


Tom looked around the room at the six others. Directly parallel from him, there was a woman who looked in her fifties. She had a large camera, and a tropical shirt. She looked Hawaiian, and had dark, slightly wrinkled skin. The man next to her looked like her husband or father, he was very tall and had a large potbelly. He had a large, white beard that conflicted with his dark eyes. He too was in tennis shoes, and a flowered shirt.

Next to that man was a large case, which tom concluded was his carry on. After the carry on was a young man, not too fat and not to thin, with a dull expression worn on his face. He had a Gaters hoodie and black dress pants. He had a buzz cut, and wore large, clonky boots.

Next to him was an extremely fat woman, who had the word "Savanna" in rhinestone on her luggage bag. She wore large sunglasses, with a pink feather hat. She had an elegant dress draped over her. Sitting besides her was a younger boy, about the age of Tom. He was much skinnier than the woman, but was sitting with the woman during the plane flight, so he assumed he was some sort of relative to her.

That boy had a green shirt with a T-Rex on it, coming out of the jungle. It looked worn, like it was his favorite clothing item in the world, He had thick, gold frame glasses on, with camouflage cargo pants on. He reminded Tom a lot of himself, the side of himself he never let anyone see. Tom made sure no one knew about his dino obsession, as he always had to keep his composure as the star athlete, in a star school. He had no passion for stupid Astronomy, but that was where he chose. Nothing else had anything that interested him. It was all boring. But, to keep a high reputation in school, he still chose astronomy.

Next to that kid was a man in a pith hat, with a brown dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. He was pretty tall, kind of muscular. He had brown pants on to match his brown outfit, and his beige skin. He had a tiny carry on. He seemed like an adventurist.

Next to him was another man, and was wearing almost the exact same outfit, besides the hat. He was a black man, about in his forties, and extremely muscular. Looking at his bag, Tom was intrigued to see a barrel of a shotgun sticking out. Next to Tom was a window. Luckily, he got to sit by only one stranger.


Conversation sparked in the room, and soon everyone was bickering, besides Tom, who was trying to get ahold of his mother to let her know he was safely on the island, and that the trip was great. He knew for a fact that this trip was by far one of the most stressful things on the earth that ever happened to him this year, but he did not want to work up his mother. Suddenly, the helicopter stalled downward, before slowing down to a stop, and a loud Click occurred when the window next to Tom opened up, and fresh, warm air flooded the helicopter.

They where there.


They unboarded the copter in amazement. A woman with short, black hair ran out of the doors of the entrance of the visitor center. She was pretty skinny, and was wearing a white labcoat with a black undershirt with the words "Jurassic Park" printed on it.

"We are terribly sorry for the stressful trip. Being our first visitors on this island, we should have made it a little less mind exhausting." She checked a notepad quickly, and continued speaking.

"I am the park administrator, and head of the visitor center. Enjoy your stay here, you are welcome to start touring once your cash cards and room keys are given, or you may visit the food court"

She stopped to smile at the group.

"Dr. Hammond will be very pleased to find such a fine group of visitors. Well, here are your maps." She frantically checked her shoulderbag for the maps, and handed them out quickly.

"Well, come inside! There is lots to see."

They walked inside the visitor center. The woman turned. "Dr. Hammond, here is our first group of visitors."

He looked at them. Gleamed, he was clearly proud out of his mind.

He gave them one phrase before going back into his small office;

"Welcome, to Jurassic Park!"

This is an awesome story. This seems like it will be good.

Cool. I just write mine all really fast.... But next series I will make it slowly.

CHAPTER 5: INSANITY

"I don't know about you, but I am going to the food court."

"Why? It is already four o'clock. I want to see some dino action before sundown."

"Well, look at the map. There is a huge open range safari. It says it will be at least five hours.No way I can go this long without eating." Tom said, whiningly.

"Whatever. You go eat. I will be at the Prehistoric Survival Guide section. I want to know exactly where every dino here is." The geek said.

"Oh, and my name is Luis. Luis Marksteiner."

"Cool. I have known you for about five hours, and I just learned your name. I am a horrible conversationalist!," Tom said. "Anyway, I'm Tom. Tom Sudar."

Tom and Luis parted ways. When Luis got to the Survival section, (where visitors learn about each dinosaur and their locations, and habits whilst getting closely observed. When he walked up to the outdoor Parasaurolophus display, when a hushed "Hey!" came from somewhere inside the hollow display.

Confused, Luis searches around the display, until he sees a small gap in the side of the display facing the "Do not pass this gate" sign.

"Listen up." The raspy voice said. "This island isn't safe. At all. I know, you think I'm insane. You think this park is safe. But I know for a fact that it isn't. This wouldn't be the first time it has hap-"

"Yes. You are right! I do think you're insane!" Luis snorted.

The voice laughed. "Whatever. Here, this is a fully loaded 45 Pistol. Two full cartridges, just in case."

Hesitantly taking the gun, Luis rolled his eyes and put it in his bag. "I will dispose of it the second I get to a trashcan." He thought.

He forgot all about the whole incident when he saw the Tyrannosaurus display. He was even more amazed when he saw "Life Sized" on the plaque. It was nothing new to him; he had seen plenty of skeletons of Rexes, and even life sculptures, but something about this particular display frightened him. Probably the main fact that it is a matter of hours before he would be yards away from this great predator, with the only thing separating him and doom was a tiny, battery powered, safari car.

"Hey Luis!"

Luis jumped, clearly frightened.

"Woah, calm down there!" Tom said laughing.

"Shut up, Jock." Luis said, blushing.

"Whatever. You ready to go? The safari car leaves in thirty minutes. It's a ten minute walk, and at least fifteen in that line. Let's go.

Stealing one last glance at the magnificent creature, he continued with Tom.


But it won't be the last glance.

This story is da bomb.I wanna see da safari!

CHAPTER 6: MYSTERY


"Hey, have you heard anything about this island, like, before this?" Luis asked, suddenly concerned. The small Path Safari Car was taking them to the Safari Ride.

"...No." Tom said, giving Luis a puzzled look. "Why?"


"Oh, nothing. Just curiosity."


The truth was, the man in the Parasaur exhibit got to him. What did he mean, that this park isn't safe? What bothered him the most was the thing he said about 'this happening before', or at least, that is what he thought the man meant. He touched the part of his shoulder bag that had that gun in it. The only time he had ever fired a gun, was at a firing range. The thought that he may have to use it for defense filled him with fear.

"You sure? You seem tense." Tom said, with mock drama.

Luis looked hard at Toms muscles.

"Yea, I'm the tense one.


"Whatever. There's the gate. You have your cashcard?" Tom said.

"No. I don't really see the point in those things. All I need is this."

He held up the checkbook.

"Okay then. Let's get in li-"

Tom and Luis looked at the amazingly short line. You would think that for $1000 entry fee, in a revolutionary theme park, there would be more people there. So far, Tom as recognized every person he has seen either from the copter, the waiting dock at the airport, or the airplane. He wasn't too impressed with the scenery, either. It looked like it was just thrown together, like a hasty decoration for a birthday party. The visitor center was the only place that looked like they put effort into, the only place that seemed permanent. The workers at the Koisks, and the cleaners roaming the park grounds always seemed so indifferent to everything, like they where working at Wendy's, instead of a DinosaurTheme Park. Especially the first day on the job.

The kid that with the Rex shirt was in line, but the Fat Woman wasn't with him. Probably at a Koisk, Tom thought with a laugh.

"Looks like we'll be getting in that thing pretty soon." Luis said, happily.


CHAPTER 7: SPEAK NO EVIL
"What is the weather report, Ray?" Jane Powers asked, tensly.

She had to take over as park administrator a while ago, while Ray Arnold had to go out on a critical trip with John Hammond. She was slowly resigning back to her usual job as Public Relations Manager.

"Crappy week. Heavy, heavy storm in about 1 hour. Not gunna be pretty. I'll make sure the maintenance is nice and....secure."

A man in a dark coat walked into the room. "What's that you say?"

They all tensed as He walked into the room. The head manager. He and Hammond never even met. It is still a mystery to the workers how he ever got employed as the manager of the park.
Anything he says, goes. He wants a fence taken down, it gets taken down. He wants a lake, there is a lake. He wants a dinosaur in the middle of the park, He gets it.

"I said that the weather is getting real bad, real fast."

The only part of His face visible was His mouth. The rest was covered by his black hat, and large black sunglasses. And right now, it had a big smile.

"Good. Maybe Rexxy will play tag with his new friends."

Arnold scowled. The manager walked out of the room, back to the main control room.

"I hate that man. He is sick, and twist-"

"I know," Arnold cut in, grimly.

"We can only hope this set of visitors makes it out alive." he said.

"No, Arnold, we can't. If they leave this island, we're finished. We're all going to jail. As long as Hammond keeps up the euphoria that he is running the greatest theme park in history, we're fine. InGen shuts up, we shut up. Speak no Evil, See no Evil. It's the only way." She said.

Ooh jane gone mad.

CHAPTER 8: SAFARI

Tom handed the cashcard to the safari worker. She ran it down some sort of Credid Card Swiper devise. She asked for his name, adress, city, and zip code. Then she started punching numbers into the machine furiously. Soon after, she let Tom through, gave him an identification sticker that read "Car #2 Passenger: Tom"
Looking at the sticker, Tom continued to the loading dock. A million things where going through his head, how he was going to be able to see actual dinosaurs, how he would soon be interacting with them, if Luis would be in the same car as him, and most importantly: if those dinos where real.

Luis walked out of the dock gloomily. Tom looked at his sticker:

Car #3 Passenger: Luis

Slowly but surely, they went to their separate loading docks. After about 10 minutes to make sure the Safari's charge was topped off, they all climbed inside.

It was a relatively small car, two front seats, two back. There where 4 people to a car, including the driver. The two sides of the car had huge windows, slightly magnified, so viewing far away animals would be possible. Inside the car, was very electronicle and fake. Like a toy car.

Tom sat down in the back seat, next to the large adventurist with a pith hat he had seen on the Helicopter. Some part of Tom was relieved to find him on this trip. In front, was the man who was sitting next to him.

The one with the shotgun...

Suddenly Tom felt uneasy. The man next to him was happy as can be.
"Whats de matter, boy? Afraid of some little dinosaur!" The large man laughed.

He had an accent that was familiar to Tom, but couldn't quite get a finger on it. It was a mix between Irish and British.
"No, this is just my first time on a safari; let alone a dinosaur one." Tom said, queasily.

The truth was, he didn't feel safe at all. The safari part was fine. He had lied about that one. He had been on 4 other Safari's with his family, and one during a Freshman Trip. He knew everything there is to know about safari's. For instance, the safari driver always keeps a loaded gun in his glove department under the seat. Tom had learned that on 3 of the expeditions, when the drivers had to get out their guns and shoot in the air, to signal for them to group back to the car.

"Well, don't be worrying yourself, boy, you're not getting eat anytime today. Promise."

"I can only pray," Tom said, thinking of his mother.

The safari took off, deep into the brush. The driver looked extremely worried. He spoke;

"Alright, passengers, make sure you are buckled up, this is a 100% offroad tour, so it should get pretty bumpy. Ah! If you would all look out your left side window, you will see a herd of Oranosaurus'. It was an unusual iguanodont that lived during the early Cretaceous about 110 million years ago in what is now Africa. Ouranosaurus measured about 7 meters long (24 ft) and weighed about 4 tons. Two complete fossils were found in the Echkar Formation, Gadoufaouna deposits, Agadez, Niger, in 1966 and the animal was named in 1976 by French paleontologist Philippe Taquet."

Tom could not believe his eyes. Yet, there it was, an actual dinosaur. He knew he would be seeing dinos today, but for some reason, he didn't truely believe he would. Now there they where, so peaceful, grazing through the field, like over sized horses, grazing through their pastures.

"This really is Jurassic Park!" Tom said, amazed. He wondered if Luis was seeing the same things he was.

CHAPTER 9: LUIS

Luis stared around the safari car. Why did he had to get stuck with some 15 or 14 year old dino freak, with a nerdy shirt on with, of all dinosaurs, that dramatisized Rex.

In the front seat was a man he had not recognized from the plane, the loading dock, or the Heli. He had a Cleaners outfit on, but it was ripped, and lightly spattered here and there with blood.

blood, Luis thought.
He continued looking at the man. And that is when Luis saw it. A handle of a gun, sticking half way out of his pocket. It looked just like that gun he had received....

Luis went into his pack, searching for the gun, to see if the handles resembled exactly.

They did. There was only one explanation; that man was the man who gave Luis the gun. The one who warned that this park isn't safe, and ironically, just took a ticket to the most dangerous part of the park.


The announcer spoke the same exact words the other driver said to Toms' group. They where going the same direction Toms car was going. Going the perimeter of the island, then, moving inward, towards the swamps They too got the Orano announcement, and Luis felt the same amazement Tom did. As the car continued towards the Ceratosaurus territory, Luis got slightly worried. He didn't know why, though. Just a sudden case of the butterflies, Luis thought, nervously.

Luis looked out the window when the announcer pointed out the Ceratosaurs. He read their description as well. Right now, there where 15, according to the Driver. four of them where sleeping, and most the rest where drinking. Just then, a goat ambled into view. "Uh oh.." Luis thought, with a smile. The ceratosaurs looked at the tiny goat, like it was some sort of prank that it was there. The goat took one look at them, and scurried out of view. The safari had stopped, so they could observe. Two seconds later, they heard a blood ringing cry from the goat, and watched as two ceratosaurs pulled it back into view. The goat was still alive, and they began fighting over pieces of it. The goat was in horrific pain. So much pain, that Luis wanted to hop out of the car, and shoot it out of its misery. Eventually, the goat blacked out, and died. The car continued on, but Luis was still stunned. The boy with the Rex shirt tried to take a picture, but his camera was confiscated by the driver the second he got it out.

Why don't they want us taking pictures? Luis thought. Oh well, according to this map, right after the Cerato display is the....

Acrocanthosaurus Territory. Luis tensed as the car came to a stop, and the announcer read the Acro's description. Suddenly, he heard the ground shake, and there it was. Burnt red Acro. Very large. It ran into view, chasing what looked like a baby Styracosaurus. When he caught up with the baby, she grabbed its left hind leg, and jerked it almost clean off the body. The poor styraco was still going. The acro finished the meat it had pulled off, and continued chasing after the straco, roaring profusely at it. She grabbed it by the side stomach, picked the straco up, and slammed it into a nearby river. He let out a roar, and continued eating the animal.

"Woah..." Luis muttered, wide eyed.

The safari sped away from the acro, leaving it and its victim behind.


"Pretty exitin'" The stranger in the front seat said.

"..yea" Luis said in reluctant agreement.

This is one of the best stories i've heard. Really.

I know how you mean. Im trying to write Isla Decerta RIGHT NOW.

Cool! I like it.

CHAPTER 10: MULDOON

"Arnold," Muldoon said to Ray, trying to get his attention. "Arnold! Snap out of your dream this instant! We hardly have the time to be ambling about our day, daydreaming!" Muldoon said.

Looking at him threateningly, Ray replied, "yea, yea. I've heard it all before."

"Of course you have. I have been bantering you for hours, trying to get you focused, but it's useless! I need to know if we are going to pull the Safari."


"Oh, no, of course not. It will be fine. Once it gets to the swamps, where it will be worse, I will consider it."

"Mr.Arnold," Muldoon said, raising his voice, "When something goes wrong, you screen monkies report to the field and alert me. I'm the one who really keeps this place safe. If your security fails, I go out and clean up the threat."

"I know, you have a vital role." Ray said, annoyed. "But lately I have been thinking."

"I don't care. Your job requires acting on a situation. Not thinking." Muldoon said.

Irritated, Ray said, "Fine. I guess the storm will be a good excuse to make them wait an extra day or so to go on their safari-"

"I will have to administer refunds, then." Jane cut it.

"No sweat. I will just send a message to the Safari manager to recharge their cashcards, or give any paid money back."

"All I needed to know." Muldoon said, walking back to the retreat of his office in the fields.


Muldoon walked out of the building, and walked out to the small building by the Dinosaur Nursery. You see, the buildings that spawn the dinosaurs, they just don't spit out dinosaurs when the building is put in the enclosure. The dinosaurs are created somewhere else, raised to juvenile age, and transported to the field hatcheries upon selection. Muldoon was going in to see how Ellie was doing. He swiped his identification card, and walked into the nursery. "Dr.Sattler?" he droned. "Are you here? I just have a question about this group of Velociraptors. I need to know if they will be released into a new part of the island, or added onto an elder group, so they can learn how to behave natural-" Suddenly, Muldoon was grabbed by something, and pulled into a bright room. The door slam shut.

"What in the Hell?" Muldoon said, fearfully grabbing his rifle that was strapped across his back. "Calm down and shut up, Dr. Sattler said

"Look at this. It is a portable GPA on exactly where each dinosaur in the island is. I had it zoom in on the location of this nursery. See those red dots?"

Muldoon nodded. He knew so little about technology. He always found enjoyment in the field, in the safari cars, making escape routes, driving helicopters to take down a few dinosaurs. However, he knew what red dots meant, and they meant carnivores.

"Well, they are all throughout the building." Sattler said, grimly.

"Of course they are. This is a raptor nursery. What did you expect?" Muldoon said, casually.

"Robert, this nursery only has one section of the nursery. It is in the east wing. These three dots here are way over on the north side." Sattler said.

"And look at this, five of them are outside of the nursery. You are extremely lucky you didn't run into one of them. They are on the other side of the building."

"How young and how old are each?" Muldoon said, collecting his thoughts.

"The youngest are 1 month. year. I did a count. Each one of them are still in each of their nursery rooms." She said.

"The oldest are 2 years. Every raptor over the age of 5 months has escaped, Rob."

"You mean..."

"Yes." Sattler said, with death in her tone.

"There are raptors loose on the island."

CHAPTER 11: THE ADVENTURE BEGINS

"Next we will be approaching the Stegosaurus and Kentrosaurus territory. This tranquil harmany of big guy striking peace with the little guy warms the heart of any dino lover, or mainstream dinosaur enthusiast. It li-" the announcer cut off.

Tom considered it was just a technical difficulty. He looked out at the peaceful scene. The stegosaurs lounging in the low rivers, grunting away their happy go lucky days. His thoughts where interrupted by a shrill voice.

"Attention passengers. There is a large storm blowing through, and could cause damage and danger to your safari tour. I got the order moments ago to re order the safari to go back to the dock, where you will be driven back to the visitor center."

"What?!" The man in the front seat said, angerly. His name sticker said "Albert"

"However, there has been a...disturbance on the park grounds. We will stand idle under a tarp shelter set up in a remote part of the Safari Tour, away from any dinosaurs."

The safari car made a veer off the the left. The man next to him started laughing in a disagreement kind of tone.

"This tour is going to be a dinosaur one, no? Not a tent party." Albert said, scooching over to the vacent driver seat. He pressed the "Auto Drive" from On, to Off. Now he was in control of the car. " Let's take a little drive, yes?" Albert said.

The man in the back seat, next to Tom said, "Yes. Let's, Al."

Tom panicked. He had never felt less safe in his entire life. He wanted to get out of the car right there, but something kept him from doing it. Like leaving the car would worsen the situation.

They drove off towards a nearby river, but the rain had worsened. The headlites only worked like tiny spotlights, and the window-shield was completely waxed with rain, and the side windows only magnified it. The The car stopped, and emergency lights came on. "You have unauthorized permissions to drive this car. You will be promptly brought back to the visitor center. You will be undergoing level 1 fraction penalties."


"Hah! No to that! According to this here map, there are a bunch of red dots around the visitor center area. I'm making assumption they mean trouble. Flesh eating trouble, eh?" He did something Tom thought was insane. He tried to open the door, and when it didn't cooperate, he headbutted it 3 times, cracking away the window out of it's socked. Suddenly, a rush of cold air flooded the vehicle. Tom went to his bag he brought and got his heavycoat. Thank god he brought it. He also grabbed the night vision googles, and pocketknife. The rest that was left where some snackes. He shoved those in his pockets. The alarms went off.

Now they where in trouble.

The man in the backseat was starting to do the same with the opposite window in the front seat. Soon, the alarms where screeching throughout the park. The intercom came on, frantically and firmly saying "Remain seated! You will be undergoing less punishment staying where you are!"

Tom was soon left alone in the car. The man named Al poked his head in the window. "Hey there, laddy! Ready to have an adventure, or are you going to let the wee management spoil yer fun?"

Tom reluctently left the car, into the afternoon storm.

The adventure begins.

I would roll up the windows, lock the doors, and stay quiet.

Oh. Well run little tommy!

"GET TO THE CHOPTER!"

For those actually reading my story, , here is more. .




CHAPTER 12: SAFETY


"Luckily, we have supplies." Sattler said, opening up a compartment in the wall with her key. The small box hidden in the wall was labeled, 'FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY: AUTHORIZED USE ONLY.' Sattler inserted her key, and opened up the compartment. Inside where 2 pistols; nine millimeters, and two SKS Assault Rifles, semi automatic. Sattler, being a woman, looked extremely silly handling such a gun. Muldoon, on the other hand, looked lethal, and ready for action. This wouldn't be his first dino-slaughter-spree. Once, during early production, they bred ten two many charcharodontosaurs, and he was sent out to all of them, with some intern there. He successfully killed 7 of them, on land. The other three where taken out from above, with the Lethal Killing Gene, for humane purposes. Muldoon was only armed with a fifty caliber sniper rifle, and still successfully dropped each dino he shot at.

Another time, a pachysephalosaurus got into one of the computer statons, and was threatening to destroy valuable equipment. Not only did he dodge the pachy, he took it down in six shots, with a nine millimeter.

Then a month later, one of the hatcheries malfunctioned, releasing 18 Dilophosaurs into the Dryosaur territory. They only wreaked havoc for about 10 minutes, killing 2 Dryos tops. Their rampage was easily stopped by Muldoon, sniping each one from a moving helicopter 60 feet above. He had each one beat in about 50 minutes, sedating, then killing.

He was certainly not one to be messed with.


But there was one problem. He had never dealt with raptors, ever. He feared them very much; probably the only dinosaur he feared. The rest where just big lizards, best fit for target practice. Muldoon thought of the raptors he would soon be facing. He shivered in fear; he had not ever felt this kind of fear in his life.

At that moment, they heard scraping on the other side of the door, and a hushed snarl. It was quickly answered by a nearby hiss, which was much louder. Suddenly, there was a large BANG on the door. They must have heard nearby life in the room, and wanted in to investigate their soon to be prey.
There where soon a whole bunch of noises, yelps, hisses and snarls outside the room. Muldoon checked for bullets, and did the same for Sattler. He cocked the gun. The outside of the room was in uproar.

Sattler almost cried. Muldoon just unswitched the 'safety' latch on his gun, and with a clenched jaw, aimed it where he figured the chest of the raptor would be. Sattler did the same.

Suddenly, the weak hinges on the door snapped, letting in three raptors, calling out for help. They lunged at Sattler all at once. Sattler pulled the trigger hard, and nothing happened.

She had forgotten to unswitch the safety latch.


CHAPTER 13: LUIS

The rain has let up a little. Luis looked through the fogged window. This was boring, sitting here under this tent. Soon, he would be back inside with Tom. He'll probably make me go to the damned food court again. Luis thought, sadly. He wiped away the fog on the window. It was so quiet. Boring. He wanted to see more dinosaurs! Not sit here! The dinosaurs he saw earlier may as well be the last. He was sick of this island. So inconvenient. Then he looked at the man who was wearing the tattered, bloody clothing. He had a nametag that said "Tyler" and his car number. Tyler was built moderately. He had a good amount of muscle, not too much to slow him down, being he was in a straight line sprint. He had a beard, and a light mustache. He had tan skin, and his small beard complimented it. He looked like in his early thirties, late twenties. Then Luis saw that pistol again. Just then, Tyler spoke. "This seems kind of boring. Luckily, I know these things in and out." the man said.


That voice, Luis thought. It sounded familiar. That's it!" he thought, excitedly. That is the man from the Parasaur exhibit! The man who gave him the pistol! Luis was too pleased with himself to be afraid.

Tyler went below the seat. Soon, he emerged, holding yet another gun. "Found this in the glove department, pretty cool, eh?" The man said. "Nine millimeter. Just like always." He said, aiming the gun right at the window. He shot the window, alarms sounded. It made a tiny hole in the window, and got stuck halfway through. "Windows are tough. Didn't think this would work. Never has." he said, casually. He then took a screwdriver of some sort out of his pocket. "I know these cars inside and out. Guess it's just experience."
Soon, the plastic inner door fell out, exposing ornate wires, all color coded, and covered in metal. After a minute of tinkering with the doore side, the window fell out of place. He jumped out of the car, and signaled for them to follow. The boy sitting next to Luis, with the Rex shirt, looked stunned. Too much action for him to handle. Luis didn't know what overtook him. He had no worries of anyone at home caring about if he got hurt, so he simply jumped out of the window, bringing his bag with him. The boy in the car hesitated, and eventually chose to stay in the car.


"Fine," Tyler said, shrugging. In the distance, almost on cue, a large, rumbling roar pierced off the mountains, and through their ears. "Looks like you'll make quite a lunch for those fellows, eh?" Tyler said.

The boy queasily hopped through the windows. The car alarm was still going off, and Tyler didn't even notice it. He was too busy. In his backpack, he pulled out a shotgun, with part of the barrel missing. Soon, he grabbed another part of the barrel. He put the nine millimeter in his pocket. After assembling his shotgun, he threw a pistol. Another 45. Soon, he gave the boy two cartridges. He didn't know what to do with it, poor boy, so he held it like a rifle. It was really amusing, at first, until he noticed how Luis and Tyler handled theirs. Soon, they where off, towards the mountains, coming in from the south side. Something rustled in the bushes, and Tyler took no time to hesitate. He took four shots in its direction. There was a pain filled moan, and a Torosaurus appeared, limped a few feet and collapsed, breathing heavily. Tyler shot it again, right between the eyes.

"What the hell was that for?!" The boy with the Rex shirt shouted.

"Watch your mouth around me, boy. Had to put the thing out of it's misery. And if I didn't shoot it, it would be putting you out of your misery." Tyler said, taking another look at the Toro. "What we should be worried about is if we will make it away from the rest of these Torosaurs."


The Toro's started moaning, and trying to ward them off. They had them cornered. Out of the bushes, a larger Toro charged at the boy in the Rex shirt. He connected, sending the boy flying, in a cry of pain. Tyler and Luis both tried to shoot at the creature, when many more came out of the bushes. They where as good as dead.

Cliff Hanger. :P

I love this one though, this one has alot of action and effort. Its awesome.

Thats kick arse dude!

Raging Raptor wrote:I am starting a series, peoples. It will be about regular visitors, in JPOG, when a horrible accident goes wrong. For the sake of reading, the stories will be written in Black, instead of the usual Purple I use. There will be at LEAST 5 installments to the series, including the conclusion.

Thats purple? I thought it wasa blue....