I was excited as I slid to a stop at the bottom
of the ravine. On the ground nearby was a rifle, an army helmet, and a
motorcycle! The bike was covered with dirt but I didn't care, I was
determined to ride it to the town. Brushing off the dirt I lifted up the
bike and sat on it. There was no ignition so I kicked the starter. My
foot struck the ground, the starter was gone. I examined the bike
closely and realized it didn't look right. There was no gas tank,
the engine looked strange, and the battery was too big. It slowly
dawned on me that this was an electric bike. It wasn't going anywhere.
This was getting very depressing.
I dumped the bike, and grabbed the helmet. It
fit, maybe it would help. Remembering that I had no weapons I grabbed
the rifle and checked it out. Rifles, like shotguns, are not one
handed weapons but it was better than nothing. The rifle was a bit
rusty, but with plenty of ammunition, I wasn't so depressed anymore.
I was also stuck. The ravine I was in looked
like some old dried riverbed and the walls were too steep to climb out.
I'd be in big trouble if something decided to climb in. I couldn't go
back, just forward into what appeared to be a thick jungle. I knew the
plane was a stupid idea. This wasn't a fun holiday. I was thinking that
my friends were probably all out drinking right now and I could just
hear them saying "Anne? Anne who?" I stalked off into
the jungle. I wanted to make a raptor very unhappy.
It wasn't far from where I entered the ravine when the first raptor
appeared, stumbling down the side wall in his excitement to take a bite
out of me. It had taken a good twenty minutes for me to get that far
though. All bravado aside, I was scared. The ravine was really
narrow and I had this nearly useless rifle. If a raptor got too close, I
would have been dead. This raptor was dumb and got what it deserved. I
scarcely glanced at its corpse as I strolled by.
I moved faster, it was dangerous, but I didn't want to be in this
jungle any longer than I absolutely had to. The dried riverbed started
closing in, but the walls were getting lower. It wouldn't be long before
I'd be able to climb the walls. Around a bend a rusting jeep hung
precariously over the edge of the ravine. Beyond the jeep a tree
trunk had fallen into the riverbed making an excellent stair out of the
ravine. Unfortunately, a raptor beyond the trunk had no intention of
letting me escape so easily. It slunk closer, using the trunk for
cover as I wasted bullets trying to kill it. We played a waiting game
each of us trying to coax the other into the open. I was starting to get
nervous. Hammond had written that raptors often attacked in packs, with
one raptor distracting the prey while the others circled behind. I spun
around, my heart beating fast, and fired a few shots at nothing but
leaves and dirt.
Behind me came the unmistakable sounds of footsteps crunching the
riverbed gravel. Turning back to face the cocky raptor, I created a wild
spray of bullets. It screamed in pain and then gurgled as it coughed up
its lifeblood. The rifle was almost empty. I trudged past the corpse to
the tree trunk.
Climbing the trunk wasn't easy. It was mossy and I slid off several
times before reaching the top of ravine wall. The jeep was like the
others, rusted and useless, but on the ground nearby was a fully loaded
revolver. Definitely better than the rifle in this jungle. Out of
the riverbed the jungle opened up a bit and I could see I was in a
valley with high, steep walls I couldn't climb. No raptor would be
coming down the walls without making a lot of noise. I was relatively
safe for now.
Hugging the valley wall while keeping the streambed in sight wasn't
very difficult because the valley was only about 50 meters wide. I
followed the wall for a short distance until I saw a pond up ahead. I
grew up on nature shows and I wasn't going any closer to that watering
hole than I absolutely had to. At least, that was my plan. Near the
riverbed, however, was a shotgun. Not my idea of the perfect weapon, but
better than the rifle I was still carrying. The shotgun was fully loaded
so I took it and tossed the rifle.
I was very close to the edge of the waterbed ravine so I inspected
it. The wall had gone up to about 8 feet at this point, high
enough to protect me from any raptor on the riverbed. A small hill
blocked my view of the pond so I walked to the top and looked down upon
it. I quickly crouched at the sight of a raptor on the far side. He was
standing absolutely still, no doubt waiting for some poor dinosaur to
come for a drink. I dropped the shotgun and very quietly went back to
get the rifle. Only two shots remained, but I figured I could kill the
raptor if he didn't move. My first shot missed, kicking up the
dirt near the raptor. It ignored both the shot and the sound from the
rifle, remaining perfectly still. My second shot hit it in the shoulder.
It wasn't dead, and it wasn't ignoring me any longer. It roared,
sounding very pissed off, as it dove for cover behind a nearby boulder.
I grabbed the shotgun as I dropped the now empty rifle. The raptor
ran around the boulder and headed straight for me. Standing at the top
of the small hill before the pond, I just waited. As he reached the
bottom of the hill, I pulled the trigger. The shotgun jerked in my grip
and missed the raptor. Halfway up the hill my second shot hit the raptor
in the chest. It didn't care - it was really angry. My third shot blew
it off the hill and it's dead body landed in the water.
The water in the pond continued rippling as I went by, intent on
getting away from the watering hole as soon as possible. I was
forced back on to the riverbed as the valley walls narrowed in, but just
beyond where the raptor had been hiding another tree trunk had fallen
onto the riverbed. I climbed it back up to the relative safety of the
The valley opened back up just beyond the watering hole, becoming
even wider. The walls of the riverbed also dropped away, creating a wide
flat area between the valley walls. I had lost my partial safety, but
raptors still wouldn't be able to come down from the top of the valley
walls. I could see what appeared to be crates farther up the riverbed
and as I headed for them, I suddenly heard the angry roar of a raptor.
The roar echoed around me and I ran, oblivious to the danger. The crates
would give me a vantage point from which to find the raptor if I could
reach them before the raptor reached me.
At the crates a truck came into view. Most of the crates were piled
on to the truck. I would be safer in the bed of the truck than stuck on
this flat land, I knew it, and the raptor knew it. The raptor appeared
about 20 meters to my right, running hard to beat me to the truck. I was
too close though and I jumped into the bed as the raptor slammed into
the side. I dropped the shotgun in the bed of the truck when I landed,
but I quickly grabbed the revolver and stood up. The raptor had stopped
roaring and I couldn't tell where he was anymore. As I looked over the
right side of the truck, a roar came from behind. I turned and fired,
missing the raptor. It was skulking below the side of the truck, close
to it, using it as a sort of shield.
Jumping on top of one of the crates, I was able to see the raptor
more clearly and aim at him better. The truck was on an angle and the
crate was moving slowly beneath me so my aim was off. It took only two
bullets to kill him, but I also missed him with three others. the
revolver was empty.
On top of a tall crate in the bed of the truck was a fully loaded
Desert Eagle and in the bed of the truck, to my great delight and joy
was a real gun - an M16 with a full clip. I was in heaven. This was the
kind of gun to go dinosaur hunting with...if you didn't have a bazooka
handy. I picked it up and slung it over my shoulder. I also
grabbed the Eagle and left the shotgun.
From my perch on the top of the truck I could see from valley wall to
valley wall back at least to the watering hole. There were no dinosaurs
around, thankfully. The walls of the riverbed grew to height of
about 4 meters ahead of me, but a tree trunk on one side gave me hope
that I could stay at the top of the riverbed walls.
This tree trunk was just as difficult to climb as the others and the
sight it presented filled me with dread. Down below, in the dried
riverbed stood another raptor, sniffing around. That didn't bother me,
it would only take two shots from the Eagle to kill it. What did bother
me were the valley walls. They had opened up with little broken valleys
and ledges that looked like easy travelling for a raptor. I was now
forced to stay near the riverbed just to have some advance warning of a
raptor coming down from the top of the valley.
I walked down the hill towards the riverbed. The raptor noticed me
and charged. I was used to this by now, one shot up, one shot down. The
raptor slid down the slight incline, leaving a trail of blood behind.
I walked by into the riverbed and followed its twists and turns until
I heard the roars of two raptors beyond a bend in the road. I inched
forward, quietly, trying to get a better look. I didn't think the
raptors could know I was here, I had been very quiet and they were
making a big enough ruckus to drown out any noise I might be making. The
walls enclosing the right side of the riverbed had sloped down again so
I could climb out, but I never got a chance.
As soon as I saw them I knew I was in trouble. I had finally met an
adult raptor. It was bigger and had red stripes instead of the yellow
ones that the juvenile wore. The two raptors headed for me. The fight or
flight instinct took over as a sickening fear gripped my body. I emptied
the Eagle, wounding both, but killing neither. I dropped the gun and ran
back to the previous raptor. I had seen a machine gun and another Eagle
near it. I reached the guns, grabbed the machine gun and, still running,
went up the nearby hill. Turning around I could see that neither
raptor had followed. I told myself I was the luckiest girl on the
island. Not much consolation considering that I was the only girl on the
I followed the riverbed again, more cautiously, with the machine gun
pointed towards where the raptors had been. As I reached them the adult
had disappeared, probably hiding behind the thick ferns or a tree. The
young raptor charged and I emptied the machine gun into it. It fell,
riddled with holes, but I didn't stop firing until the gun was empty.
The adult stood up, eyeing me like an eagle might eye a rabbit. We were
alone now, just it and me. I ran. Hell, so would you. It's not like
these things are little green lizards sunning themselves on a wall. At
12 feet long and 6 feet high with a mouth like Jaws you don't want to
meet one of these things up close and personal.
I had a good head start and it apparently didn't want to follow me,
so I reached the remaining Eagle without a problem. It was full, lucky
me, and I headed back. I hoped that the adults were as stupid as most of
their kids, but I wasn't taking any chances. As I approached the area, I
kept looking in every direction, and listening intently. I had no
intention of letting it sneak up on me.
The adult raptor was sniffing the dead one. I felt a pang of guilt
for a brief moment. The pang only lasted long enough for me to hear the
sickening crunch of the adult taking a bite out of the juvenile. That
was the last time I felt any remorse when killing a raptor. It took me
four shots to kill the adult. It started to run away after the first
shot, so I had to hunt it down and finish it off.
The area that the two raptors were playing in was another wide open
area between two narrow clefts in the valley walls. However, beyond this
area the river had dug a deep bed through rock and the walls stretched
nearly vertically up 6 meters on either side. The high walls promised
some safety from anything coming down from above, but there was no place
to run away if something was coming towards me. Claustrophobia set in as
I followed the riverbed. It meandered through the rock, twisting
and turning constantly.
About 20 or 30 meters along the path, the riverbed straightened and
another adult was scratching around in the rocks. I aimed and waited for
it. The raptor charged, utterly oblivious to the fact that it was
already dead. One up, one down was all it took. The raptor skidded to a
stop as a pool of blood formed around it. I walked quietly by.
The narrow riverbed continued through the valley, with the walls
rising ever higher. At the top of one wall a rusted jeep sat
precariously. At the bottom of the ravine, right at about the jeep,
stood an adult, sniffing the air and looking at me. I smiled as I
took a couple of shots at the jeep. With the second shot the jeep
slid from its perch and fell. The raptor managed a feeble roar as the
jeep crushed it. Nearby another Desert Eagle lay discarded among
the rocks. I picked it up and cleaned it out. It was full. I
left the now empty Eagle and proceeded on my way, carefully avoiding the
sharp jagged edges of the rusting jeep.
The walls started getting lower as I went. I passed beneath a tree
trunk that had fallen across the riverbed. I tried to climb on top of it
to reach the walls but it proved impossible with only one arm. A
discarded canteen lay on the ground. I idly wondered how long it had
lain there, and why.
As I turned a corner I noticed that the riverbed walls were coming
down quickly, and I could see open sky. The valley was opening up!