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Jurassic park 4


Not to be confused with the other JP4: Extinction (see disclaimer at end of page). No bird flu involved here. Serious. No, I am not that fan. Despite your best intentions to persuade people otherwise. Geddoverit.

This is my version of Jurassic Park 4. This takes place in summer 2010 (current year at the time of writing) and features both old and new. I apologize for any cruddy Paint pictures (I'm no good at Photoshop yet). There will be a Behind the Scenes section explaining how stuff happened. Post your reviews in the talk page.

I wrote this about a year and a half ago, and looking back on the whole thing, it's so darn cheap. I mean, there are some good parts, but I find most of it a bit too fast-paced, not taking time for suspense, and progressing oddly. At some point I may get around to doing a rewritten version, but probably not until 2013 or so.


Of course, if you wish to read the new, updated version and you have not read this old version, then please do not read this page any further if you wish to avoid spoilers:

This article, Jurassic Park IV: Extinction (original version), contains spoilers about Jurassic Park IV: Extinction. Do not read further if you do not wish to be spoiled.


The thick mist of the early morning covered all the eye could see. It was so dense you could barely see yourself. There was no life visible.

Just a figure on a boat.

Paul Emhart stood on the deck, staring out at the white wall of unending fog. Somewhere beyond that wall was Isla Nublar. He was one of the only few to know what really happened at the island.

A rare survivor of the incident, Paul was a genetics expert at the InGen lab, a colleague of Hery Wu's, until the complex was abandoned 17 years ago.

17 years.

Man, I'm getting old, he thought to himself.

Reflecting this open a floodgate for memories. The tour. The electrical failure. The escape in the choppers.

The T-rex wreaking havoc in San Diego.

More importantly to him, he remembered his dreams about the park at its peak, with all sorts of wonderful species of dinosaur, some that never made it into the final plans. Others had already been started, but who knows if any survived on Isla Sorna after the incubators lost power. And he always wondered if any remained on Nublar, just out of curiosity.

But his thoughts were interrupted when he saw a large black shape moving under the water, barely visible in the fog. Paul's eyes went wide. "How did they..." he said under his breath, before there was a splash, then teeth, then darkness.

Chapter 1: Drumheller

Billy Brennan peered at the skull in front of him, only inches from his face and still mostly embedded in red Alberta rock. Thoughts were running through his head about this important find.

It was a Triceratops, but no ordinary Triceratops. It was part of a bonebed, the first real bonebed containing hundreds of adults. This was the 156th confirmed specimen.

A truck pulled up on the ledge above. Billy didn't give it a second glance, busy on cleaning a horn.

However a few minutes later, when he was startled by a voice calling his name, he finally looked up. Coming towards him was a joy.

"Dr. Grant!' Billy yelled. "Hey, good to see you!"

Grant came over and patted him on the back.

"Sorry I'm late," Grant said. "I had to finish up down in Utah with Sampson and his boys doing Kosmoceratops. So, what's up here?"

"Great Triceratops bonebed. Some guy called us and said he had found it while walking his dog."

"Why is it always people walking their dogs who come across these sort of things? It's becoming a sort of cliche."

Billy smiled and said,"We've got a tent set up already. Little chat, you think?"


They started walking over. "So what else are you working on these days?" Billy said.

"Anything I can get my hands on." Grant shook his head. "They say the recession's over. I don't believe them."


There was a pause in the conversation, and then Grant asked,"So anything in here other than trikes?"

"Well, we can't tell for sure, but there may be a partial raptor skeleton, it's too fragmentary to tell..."

Grant stopped. Billy looked back at him. "You still worried about Isla Sorna or something, Dr. Grant?"

Grant caught up to Billy and said, "Oh, don't talk to me about Isla Sorna. You know I don't like to talk about it."

They walked through the tent door, where they sat down in some chairs. "Although I have to say," Grant added, "It's amazing you pulled through since then."

"Well, I was younger back then. We're all old now."

"Unfortunately. I'm doing a talk tonight on pack behavior in Drumheller theropods, if you get some time off I suppose you can tag along."

"Sure, I'd love too. What are you going to say if you get questions know."

Grant looked at Billy and said, "Nothing will get me on there and I'm not making that mistake again. That's all there is to it."

Chapter 2: In the Wilderness

Sagebrush plant

"Yes, Manuel?"

"...You sure nobody can hear us here?"


"Then what exactly is the plan, sir?"




"...Wait...OK, wait...What are we waiting for?"

"He needs to come to us, not the other way around."

"Oh, OK...Who's he?"


"Oh, yeah, Gemini...Why don't we just strike first and avoid a change of plan? It would be much easier and---"


"...Yes, sir?"

"Let's just say every thing will come to rights once we do this."


"Everything, my friend. Everything."

Chapter 3: The Tyrell

The man in black walked into the museum. There was a lecture going on in the auditorium. He went in.

It had already started, so he found a seat, then listened.

When the man walked past, Billy seemed to recognize him from somewhere, but where he couldn't tell.

30 minutes later, the lecture was wrapping up.

"So, in conclusion," Grant finished, "the Drumheller albertosaurs were most likely pack hunters, bringing down prey that was not likely to give up without a fight, which possibly inspired this behavior unique to the fossil record of tyrannosaurs. My thanks to the Royal Tyrell Museum for scheduling this presentation and Phil Currie for lending fossil specimens," referring to the table to his left with a few bones, chewed ceratopsian horn, and Daspletosaurus skull, "And thanks to the audience for coming out to such an occasion this evening. It's been a pleasure."

The room erupted with clapping. And the man in black got up and headed outside the auditorium waiting for the speaker to make his appearance and say hello.

That man happened to be Ian Malcolm.


"Yes, Manuel?"

"...Why couldn't we just take a plane?"

"We don't want our names showing up on flight records. It's a risk."

"But the truck's half-dead anyway."


"Ian Malcolm, as I live and breathe," Grant said, as he and Billy walked up to the mathematician himself.

"Hello, Dr. Grant. It's been a while, alright," Malcolm replied.

"10 years and you hardly look a day older. Where's Sarah?"

"Where else?"


"Yeah. She sent this photo I think you might enjoy." Malcolm handed Grant his Blackberry. There was an image of a Corythosaurus.

Rather than pursue the subject further, Grant asked, "You have a Blackberry?"

"It works," Malcolm shrugged. "So I see this is Billy!"

"That's me. Still in one piece," Billy replied.

But they were stopped by a man in T-shirt and sunglasses. "Sorry if I interrupted, Dr. Grant," the man said and shook his hand. "My name's Edward Harrison. I work down at the MNS in Dallas. There's a possible dinosaur skeleton at Big Bend, and my collagues and I agreed that it would be a thrill to have you over to check it out."

Grant looked at Billy, who said, "I think we'd love to come."

So, Grant agreed. "Sure. I'll call Currie and ask him to take over our bonebed in Drumheller till we get back."

"And I've got to get back to Dallas anyway, so I'll hitch a ride," Malcolm added.

"Great," Harrison said. "I've got a private flight planned on Wednesday from Calgary."

They started to walk out. "So what skeleton could this be?" Grant asked.

"Well, it's a carnivore," Harrison said, "and a big one, maybe a Saurophaganax, if we're lucky---"

And Grant almost did not notice a man in the shadows, staring at them intently...

Chapter 4: An Uninvited Visitor

In his dream, Grant was trapped in his house, with a pack of Velociraptors circling the property. He knew that he wouldn't be safe here for long, and soon enough one of them smashed through a window. He ran to his bedroom and locked the door, which started splintering from the raptors pushing it, and he backed into the wall, and glancing out the window, he saw a Pteranodon right on the other side glaring , and then the door cracked completely, and then...

Grant woke up on Tuesday morning in his temporary home in Rosebud. Without a shout from his dream. No nothing.

Grant with not-quite-friend
He sat up in bed, stretching, when he looked out the window at the sunrise.

The Pteranodon was still there.

Grant blinked, wiping the last traces of his dream away.

The Pteranodon was still there.

He threw himself out of bed, suprised.

The Pteranodon was still there.

And then Grant remembered: How the Pteranodons escaped the island and how he saw them fly away.

"Well," he said to nobody in particular, "This sure isn't Oklahoma."

In his pajamas, he managed to shoo away the Pteranodon with a broom. Then he made himself a cup of coffee, did a bit of computer research on Big Bend, and was prepared for the road ahead.

Chapter 5: Calgary


"Manuel, it's me."

"Yes, sir?"

"Do you have the two men with you?"


"Is it ready?"


"Good. I'll talk to you soon."

They met Harrison at the airport. He was still in T-shirt, but had shorts now too for the hot weather of Texas.

"You're all here, then? Great," he said. "We've got some new finds down at the site, possible sauropod material. Need to be taken anywhere once we get to Dallas, Dr. Malcolm?"

"I'll just do Enterprise Rent-a-Car or whatever it is," Malcolm said. "I just need to get down to the university."

They walked on in normal conversation until they realized someone was running after them.

"Is that---" Grant said, before the mystery person caught up with them.

"Sarah!" Malcolm said. "What are you doing here? I thought you were still at the island!"

"Hi everyone!" Sarah said. "Well, the rex were starting nesting season, so I figured it would be the time to pack out of there before they noticed anything."

Harrison looked intrigued. "T-rex nests, eh? Geez, yeah, that'd be a bit risky."

Sarah nodded her head towards Harrison. "Who's your friend?"

Harrison quickly said "Edward Harrison, I work in the paleo-business down in Dallas and I'm taking Grant and Billy here down to a new site and Malcom just back to Texas."

"I was heading back to Dallas myself, but I wanted to pick up Ian first."

Billy said, "You can hitch a ride, I suppose."

"That'll be fine," Sarah said. "When's the plane?"

"15 minutes, I think, so we'd better get moving," Harrison said, and they all walked off towards the gate.

Then three men who listened in on their every word came out of the shadows and followed them.

Chapter 6: On the Plane

Air canada
It was late when they finally got on the plane, so they slept overnight.

In the morning Harrison said to Grant, "They have some pterosaur bits now. The place is becoming an ecological paradise almost."

"That's why I want to get down there," Grant replied. "I've heard of Big Bend before but never got the chance to dig there."

"They found Deinosuchus there, I think," Billy said.

"I was over there once or twice before Isla Sorna arrived," Sarah said, "Working on Coleonyx geckos."

"What time is it exactly?" Malcolm asked

"Around 7 or so Mountain Time."

"Blech. Earlier than I get up."

Grant took part in the conversation, but he couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy. Something just seemed odd, for some reason.

To bring the feeling away he took another nap.

"Hey, Manuel, what is it?"

"Text from boss. Says strike soon."

"Figures. Where's Bill?"

"In the bathroom."

"I sure hope he put it on autopilot."

When Grant woke up, he realized what had caused his sinking feeling.

They were flying over the sea.

Immediately Grant feared the worst.

"Guys," he said, "We're flying over the ocean!"

"What?" Malcolm said.

"W-we're flying over the ocean!"

"The ocean?" Harrison asked.

Grant stood up and was promptly grabbed by two gloved hands, one of which covered his mouth and one pricked him on his neck with something, and he started feeling woozy.

He was unconscious within seconds.

Chapter 7: The Island

Vision was blurry. It took a while to see anything.

Isla nublar
Grant came to a few hours later. He was in a boat on the ocean. Not just any boat, but a rusty old fishing boat. The others were still out cold. He could now see what used to be their private plane flying off into the distance.

"So much for service," he said.

Gradually, the others came to also. Harrison was the last of those.

"Ohhh God, my head...what happened?" he said.

"Isn't it obvious?" Malcolm said. "Our pilot just ditched us."

Grant sprang toward the motor and tried to switch it on. It was dead.

Through the fog he could see land. But he knew immediately it was not the kind of land he'd welcome very much.

"So this is Isla Sorna again," Billy sighed.

"No, it's not," Harrison said, holding up a GPS. "It's Isla Nublar."

"How'd you get a GPS?" Sarah asked. "You don't seem like the type of guy who'd carry one."

"I like it around. Helps me find a Burger King or whatever I need to find."

"Well, you won't find a Burger King in this hellhole," Grant said.

"Well, you might," Malcolm said, "But we're the chicken nuggets."

"Let's try to get this boat moving and build a signal fire or something." Billy said.

They rowed off using a couple of metal poles in the boat.

"Can I just..." Grant asked, "...Stay in the boat or something until someone finds us?"

"Now what, Manuel?"

"Another message from boss. Says we did good."

"Good. Let's get on with the plan."

"Whoa, stop," Sarah asked, and pointed.

There were the remains of a boat, wedged up against a rock.

They stopped next to it and Sarah pulled out a old, worn suitcase and a leather-bound book. The suitcase read: JURASSIC PARK PLANS.

"Man, people would kill for these papers," Billy said.

A Pteranodon flew onto the rock but nobody noticed except for Grant. There was something peculiar about it...

"Hey," Grant said, and the rest of the group looked at it. "That's the same one I saw two days ago!"

"You saw a Pteranodon two days ago?!?" Malcolm asked, surprised.

"Long story. I can recognize it from the green markings under its chin."

"Well, if InGen was a genetic madhouse," Harrison said calmly, "Then maybe there's a reason for it." He looked through the papers, not wet from being inside the suitcase.

The Pteranodon just sat there, eating a fish.

"Here," he said. "InGen had originally planned for a petting zoo with Pteranodon and some other dinosaurs, but because the pterosaurs were so dangerous they created a new, more docile species that could be used safely. Distinguished from the others by green stripes under the chin."

"And completely destroying a fragile species," Malcolm added. "Grant, what's the book say?"

"Apparently it's a journal," Grant said, flipping through. "His name is...was...Paul Emhart. Worked at InGen, the park failed, he escaped in a chopper. Then he got a new job, then retired, went on vacation in Costa Rica, decides to revisit his old work. Looks like his old work revisited him."

"But what came out here and did this?" Billy asked.

There was complete silence.

Sarah was still looking at the Pteranodon. "If he's so different, I think he needs a name," she said. "How about Winston?"

"You can call him Chuckles for all I care," Harrison said gruffly, and added, "Let's go."

And suddenly there was a huge splash, and through the water you could faintly see a long and rounded mouth grabbing a large fish, a scaly back, and tail with jagged edges. Abruptly as it came, it vanished.

"What the..." Harrison said.

"That was like a giant crocodile," Sarah said. "Sarcosuchus?"

"No, bigger," Grant said. "I think that was a Deinosuchus."

"How ironic to be talking about something," Harrison said, "And having it bite you on the butt a few hours later."

"InGen's got a lot still up their sleeve, then," Malcolm said. "We'd better head off before it comes back for seconds."



"Same here."

"Me too."

So they quickly rowed up to shore and headed for a clearing to signal. Thakfully, as they walked along, there was no sign of anything, let alone predators.

"Didn't they nuke this place or something?" Malcolm asked Grant.

"They were going to," Grant said, "But the Costa Rican government didn't have enough money at the time, I think."

Before anyone could say anything else, they came across a shed. Its door was open, but there were stairs leading into the ground. A rugged sign said: ADDITIONAL CONTAINMENT FACILITIES.

"Well," Harrison said, "Someone's been digging."

Chapter 8: Underground

They went down the stairs into the dark. In the dim light you could see passageways.

They walked on, when Billy stopped. "Hey," he said, pointing to a door. "Noises."

Harrison pushed open the door, and the inside light flickered on.

Inside was a startling sight.

The Deinosuchus was contained in a pen with a mass of water and an island, the pen in a massive room. Except it wasn't contained. There was a hole in the fence leading to the outside.

As well as the Deinosuchus, Grant could count at least 6 other tanks, each tank containing one or more of a different type of giant sea creature. There was a group of Elasmosaurus, a Tylosaurus, Shonisaurus, Jaekelopterus---and he was pretty sure that over there was a Megalodon.

"Well," Sarah said, "This must be where InGen kept their SeaWorld animals."

Grant turned around. "Right, we'd better get back and get help."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Harrison said. "If that thing's loose," gesturing at the Deinosuchus, "shouldn't we call someone, or Animal Control, or---"

"Our phones got taken," Malcolm interrupted, "And remember how Animal Control handled the T-rex in San Diego?"


"Let's get back up there," Grant said.

But it was dark and hard to see, and when they did find an exit it wasn't the same one. As they walked out, Billy opened another door out of curiosity. Nothing there, only darkness.

When they had gotten out Malcolm asked Harrison, "So where on the island are we, having your GPS and all?"

"Uhh, let me check...Slap-bang in the middle."

"Great," Grant said sarcastically.

And then there was an eerie scream, like a cross between a Velociraptor and a T-rex, and then what sounded like a stampede.

They ran back, where the door next to the exit was broken open. The grass in front was trampled.

"Huh," Harrison said. "Looks like we let something out."

"Try not to worry about it," Grant said. "Let's keep moving."

Chapter 9: Bad Timing

Soon things became dangerous.

"Get down!" Grant said, and everyone crouched behind the bushes---even Sarah.

There was a Dilophosaurus nearby---and it was being menaced by a Velociraptor.

The crew watched as the Dilophosaurus threw out its frill, snarled, and spit venom at the raptor's eyes. It hit is target, and the raptor screamed in pain, lashing out a sickle claw that impaled the dilophosaur and killed it outright.

More raptors came and started to fight each other for the morsel.

"Wait a minute," Grant said. "All the raptors at the park died."

"Don't count on those being the only 3, then," Sarah said, and explained, "It's more than likely InGen created more as backup."

"I think we should kind of leave before they notice us," Harrison said, "and---oh."

Through all this talk the raptors had noticed the hiding people and watched them. Nobody had noticed them.

But now they sure did.

Grant and everyone else bolted. The raptors followed in hot pursuit.

Malcolm managed to throw himself up a tree, and then one of the raptors stopped and jumped up to try and grab him.

"Hello, ugly," Malcolm said. "Thought I'd never have to deal with you again."

Meanwhile, the others had scattered, Grant however had bad luck and was perched at the edge of a cliff with no way out except either down or forward.

The raptor was about to jump, when---

There was a scream. Not a human scream, but rather, the same scream they had heard back after reaching the surface from underground.

Upon hearing the scream, the raptors stopped abruptly. Soon one of them made a sound that was somewhat like an alarm call, and they all ran back into the jungle.

"Well, that was lucky," Billy said, clambering out of a stream.

Grant was still frozen to the spot. He seemed even more frightened than he was before.

Billy noticed. "Hey, Dr. Grant. It's OK. It's over now. What is it?"

"That's not what creeps the hell out of me," Grant said, and gave Billy a stern look and said coldly, "Nothing scares a Velociraptor..."

Chapter 10: New Kid on the Block

Clearly it was not safe here, so they tried to find either a working boat or signs of people.

All they found was a clearing with a young Brachiosaurus eating the foliage.

"Finally," Billy said. "Not something that threatens to eat you."

The brachiosaur looked at them, and then returned to gobbling up a tree.

But there seemed to be some noise. A thump. Then another thump.

The noise got louder. Thump. THUMP. THUMP.

Then Grant realized that things were not going to go their way for a while.

Sure enough, a Tyrannosaurus---the same one that trashed the tour cars 17 years ago---crashed into the scene and was upon the brachiosaur. It didn't even have time to blink before its neck was snapped.

The group just stood motionless, fearing that a single move would attract the T-rex's attention.

It kept eating, until the smell of blood attracted something else. There was another thump. The T-rex picked its head up. The thumps kept getting louder, even louder than the rex's footsteps had been.

"Is that..." Harrison whispered.

"I'm afraid so," Grant whispered back.

As it stepped into the clearing, Malcolm whispered, "How did it get on to Isla Nublar?"

"That's the thing about Spinosaurus...they swim."

The Spinosaurus raised its head and roared. The T-rex roared back. At once Grant knew there was going to be a confrontation, and it was an event he wasn't looking forward to ever witness again.

But before either party could make a move...

There was a scream.

The same eerie, hybrid scream as before.

Both predators looked toward the direction of the noise.

Something stepped calmly in to the clearing. It towered above a human, 20 feet long with fearsome teeth and claws, richly clad in crimson feathers.

It was a Utahraptor.

And then it charged, forcing its full weight on the Spinosaurus, nearly knocking the larger creature over, and slashed its claws into the carnivore's flanks.

But it turned out to be only one of a dozen that came out of the trees and attacked the spinosaur. The T-rex, knowing better, grabbed the dead brachiosaur and sped off into the forest.

Within 15 seconds the Spinosaurus had collapsed onto the ground and, blood spurting out of its mouth, died.

Then the raptors started to feast.

"My God," Grant said under his breath.

Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. They didn't know what else to do.

And then the first Utahraptor, which appeared to be the alpha female, looked at them and uttered a harsh scream.

It didn't take a second scream.

Chapter 11: Rescue?

They ran. If they didn't run the raptors would almost certainly rip them to shreds.

"What were those things?" Sarah yelled as they were running.

"Utahraptor," Grant replied. "Twice as big, twice as fast, twice as smart, and seems like," Grant paused, "twice as vicious as any Velociraptor that ever walked this earth."

The ancient mariner
But then hope appeared---in the form of the shore, and, coming up to the shore---a 100-foot-long sailingboat. Someone was waving their arms and shouting. Everyone was happy, but Harrison looked surprised.

"That's---that's Emil!" he said.

They hopped onto the boat, but Harrison stopped by Emil and said "Why are you here?"

"Can't talk now my friend, see," and Emil pointed behind Harrison. The Utahraptor were about to get on the boat. Harrison bolted towards the other people.

There was a creaking noise on deck, and the ship was off.

"So how the heck are you here?" Harrison asked again.

"I waited for you at Dallas, but when you did not come, I got worried." Emil held up a GPS and said, "I have one of these now, so I picked up your signal on yours to come and get you."

"Oh. This is Emil, he's a friend and volunteer down in Dallas that came to get us," saying to the rest of the group, who were listening.

"Whoops. Hold on everybody," Emil said.

There were a few dark shapes in the water heading toward them. Emil gunned the engine.

The chase went on for a while, and soon there was only one shape left that appeared to be a Tylosaurus.

Liopleurodon t99
Harrison went to the back of the boat and threw a spare barrel at it. It did nothing, so he ran back.

But then the Tylosaurus swam away as a bigger shape approached the boat. A fin cut through the water.

"Great," Malcolm said. "Anyone got an M1 Garand?"

The Megalodon followed briefly, before it too broke away as an even bigger shape approached, this time bigger than the entire boat.

It was so big it could only be one thing, and that was a Liopleurodon.

But soon land appeared. Emil laughed in delight.

The only problem was that the land was Isla Sorna.

Chapter 12: Revealed

Emil had to land on Isla Sorna, for fear of the boat being destroyed by the monster. He stopped so quickly and so close to shore that the boat nearly beached itself. Before anyone could get off, however, the pack of Utahraptor stormed off deck.

"How the hell?" Grant said.

"They must have gotten on before and hid in the cargo hold," Malcolm said quickly. "That must have been the creaking when we took off."

"I heard it, too," Billy said, and then looked behind himself. "Oh geez!"

Liopleurodon takes the ship!
The six of them darted off the boat, and only a second later the Liopleurodon launched itself out of the water, the ship in its mouth, and then splashed back into the sea from where it came.

"So much for rescue," Sarah said.

It took a while for them to recover after the boat was gone. They just stayed near the shore, not knowing what else to do.

Harrison sat down on a log and drank some water he had brought with him. While he was doing that, Emil beckoned the others to come over.

"Listen," he said. "Harrison's a good guy. He is a friend of mine. But...have you ever felt...uneasy...with him around, or..."

"Emil," Harrison said, "Can I talk to you for a sec? It's about rations."

"One moment," Emil said to the group, and headed over to where Harrison was.

"What do you think he means?" Billy asked Grant.

"I don't know, really. Harrison's not really a menacing guy or anything like that."

"Well, maybe we should just wait for when he gets back and tells us more," Malcolm said. "It'll be easier to understand when he---"

A shot rang out, coming from the forest.

They ran over, where Harrison was gone and Emil was there. He just had a hole in his chest.

"Listen," he said in a raggedy voice. "He's---"

"Just take it easy, Emil!" Sarah said, trying to cover the wound. "What happened?"

"None of that Emil business, please," he coughed, "It's Manuel. But listen. Harrison. He's not who he says he is. It's all a trick, a puppet. It was his plan from the start. The flight from Calgary, the capture, the planned escape, he...rrgh...Just don't trust him. He'll kill you any chance he gets. He's got others to do it to. Get off while you have the chance, my friends..."

And then he stopped breathing.

OMG it's him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Emil was absolutely right, for sitting in the driver's seat of a waiting Jeep and with a smile on his face---the man formerly Edward Harrison---was Lewis Dodgson.

Chapter 13: Dodgson

The vehicle burst through the undergrowth, heading towards a plain with dinosaurs.

"I used to hire fat, unreliable schmucks to get embryos that may not even be viable," Dodgson snorted to his two men in the back, Bill and Terry. "Those days are long gone, my friends."

"So what are we supposed to get from the dinosaurs?" Bill asked.

"Eggs, fresh bones, blood samples, anything you can get, really," Dodgson replied, "Hatchlings, if possible. As long as it involves DNA."

"And why'd you kill Manuel?"

"He was a risk. I know I shouldn't have grabbed him straight from the field. You need someone with background experience, trust...and preferably if they work at BioSyn. Manuel knew I was no good from the start and was about to tell the others. I would have killed Grant and everyone else on Isla Nublar and radioed you two, but there seemed to be some slight delays involving prehistoric sea creatures and Utahraptor."

"Really?" Terry, the real person working in Dallas. "Boy, I can't wait to get my hands on some of those puppies."

"You remember the plan?"

"Yes," both men said. Bill added, "Get the DNA, get back to the mainland, sell any rotten dinosaur eggs or bones that are of no use, and buy out InGen from the proceeds. Open the new Jurassic Park, and voila."

"Good. The first hotspot's about a mile northwest," Dodgson said. "Time to hunt some Gallimimus."

"What do we do with his body?" Billy asked.

"I don't know," Grant said. "Bury him, lay him into the sea, I can't tell."

"Um, I think we have a more urgent problem than that," Malcolm said.


"You do realize that now that the Utahraptor have made it onto Isla Sorna, we've introduced an alien species to the island."

"And what's that got to do with us getting off the place?"

"New, intrusive species can cause disaster," Malcolm replied, sitting down on a log. "If they colonize the island like we saw them do on Isla Nublar, they'll slaughter every single living creature here. We've effectively caused the extinction of the dinosaurs all over again."

"And for once I'm glad about that."

"My point is, there are lots of things that are hard to kill on this island. Maybe even a super-raptor can't even kill one. But when that happens, they'll learn in the process of doing it. Every time they kill or don't kill, they get smarter, in a way. And if they get smarter, they'll eventually get off this island too, whether they swim or what. And, as we've all noted," he said, "Humans are much easier to kill."

Grant paused. He knew Malcolm was right. But that was not what he paused about. It was about something he pulled out of Manuel's pocket.

"Well, if that's our eventual problem," he said, "Here's our immediate one," holding up a photo of Lewis Dodgson.

And then they were all taken completely off guard.

Chapter 14: The Hunt Begins


"There," Dodgson said, and stopped the Jeep at the edge of the forest.

A herd of Gallimimus was browsing.

"Bill, can you get out and move the bag in the trunk to the back seat?"

As Bill grabbed the bag, he asked, "What's in here?"

"A bicycle horn to scare off any carnivores that might attack, plus if that doesn't deter them there's our last resort in there too."

Curious, Bill looked in, and felt his eyes widen and he grinned.

"Yesss," he said, and pulled out an AK-47, two tranquilizers, and an elephant gun.

"Oh, put those back already."

Bill handed most of the artillery to Terry, climbed into the front seat, and held up the AK-47 looking mighty smug about it.

The Jeep drove off.

As he drove, Dodgson looked around for signs of nests or carcasses, because he knew the gallys wouldn't stay still long enough for him to get blood from. But there were none.

And suddenly, as soon as the Gallimimus herd noticed the incoming Jeep, the pack of Utahraptor burst out of the jungle right next to the Jeep.

"Oh, shit!" Dodgson said, and rammed the gas pedal.

The Jeep and raptors were neck and neck when they reached the Gallimimus, who ran.

There was a shot, a cloud of dirt on the ground, and a Gallimimus lept over the cloud.

"Bill!" Dodgson yelled. "Stop it!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Terry said nothing, only stared out at the mingling of gallys and raptors they were right in the middle of.

The chase was like a missile when it reached a herd of Parasaurolophus. And it was not a pretty sight outside.

Now all three types of dinosaur were merged. It was hard to tell who was chasing who.

The Jeep was right at the tip of the herd when Terry said, "This is getting nowhere, let's get out and find some other dinosaurs."

But before Dodgson could, a Utahraptor lept onto the back of the car.

Dodgson looked back at it and tried to push it off using one of the tranquilizers. Bill screamed and aimed the AK-47 at it.

And because nobody was looking at the road, the Jeep leapt right off a small cliff. The raptors chasing them, the gallys and Parasaurolophus tried to leap off too. The raptors followed their prey.

They all landed right into the clearing where Grant, Malcolm, and everybody else was.

Chapter 15: I'm BAAAACK!

Everybody dodged out of the way just in time, for within mere seconds the herd landed.

Luckily, nobody was hurt, but the problem was now the Utahraptor were back, and Dodgson was now very angry.

And then he saw the group of people.

"I'm hungry," Bill said.

With that, Dodgson put his foot on the gas, stood up, and grabbed the AK-47 from Bill and aimed.

But before he could take a shot all had vanished into the forest.

"Damn," he said, and sat back down again, taking his foot off the gas and stopping.

At this point the herd of dinosaurs had ran off, the raptors with them.

Terry was still in the back, his teeth chattering and hands clutching the doors for dear life.

"Snap out of it, Terry," Dodgson said, and got out to assess the situation of the Jeep.

It was drivable, but still not pretty. The windshield was splintered, most of the doors were dented, there was a flat tire, the undercarriage was wrecked, and there was something wedged between the wipers, which were now broken.

"It can be repaired later," he said. "Let's go to the proceras now."

"OK, I did not expect that," Malcolm said after they had stopped running. "I understand the concept of danger falling from the sky and all, but that was taken way too literally..." "So what can we do?" asked Billy.

"Get off this island, first of all," Grant said, "Then contact someone about Dodgson. Hammond's definitely going to want to know. As for the Utahraptor, well...let's just hope they stay in the shadows for a while."

"Here we go," Dodgson said as he pulled up towards a Proceratosaurus colony. "This is what we'll get."

One of the dinosaurs looked curiously at them as they got out.

"Dangerous?" Bill asked.

"No, no," Terry said. "Not very. Early Jurassic carnivore, hasn't got much in him yet. Kinda cute too."

"Take your word for it."

Dodgson approached one of the creatures, who still made no sound.

"There, there, I'm not going to hurt you," Dodgson tried to say gently.

He picked up some of the eggs in the nest and then walked back to the Jeep. That's when the Proceratosaurus started hissing.

"Bill, take the wheel, I believe we should get out of here in case they start to attack."

"But I want to use the elephant gu---"

"Just shut up already about the guns."

And then there was a roar in the distance. A roar that Dodgson instinctively knew what the sound came from.

Upon hearing the roar, the Proceratosaurus group fled.

"Oh, great. Bill, start the car already before there's dinner in our future."

"Dinner? I am hungry---"

"We'd be the dinner." And with that, the Jeep drove off for pastures new.

Chapter 16: The Plan

Grant and the group had continued wandering aimlessly, having no idea on what to do about getting off the island.

Or stopping Dodgson.

After a long bout of silence, Malcolm said, "We can maybe figure out what his aim is, sort of. Grant, you met with Hammond again back in 2002, right?"

"Yeah. He just wanted to see how I was after the incident here. We were talking and it inspired him to make a trip down memory lane."

"Boy, I know how that feels."

"Went on about what was going on inside the original control room that fateful day of the original shutdown. Dennis Nedry and the embryos. His hiring to Biosyn. That sort of thing. Apparently he heard after Nedry failed to get the embryos, Lewis Dodgson hired some other people to get more viable DNA sources. That was the last they heard of him." There was more silence. Then suddenly Grant snapped his fingers.


"What?" Billy said, who had been looking at some peculiar flower and not paying attention.

"Dodgson wanted more viable sources of DNA. We all know by now that the dinosaurs on both islands were breeding. And besides actual dinosaur blood, there's no better source of DNA than real, raw, eggs. That must have been why he's looking on both the islands."

"Bingo. How are we going to stop him though?"

"We could nick his phone or something. Let's not worry about that yet."

Then there was a hissing noise, and a crested head from the bushes...

Billy jumped, expecting the worst.

But all that crawled out was a little basilisk lizard.

Billy sighed and sat back down again, saying, "Geez, this place is making me paranoid."

"Anyway," Grant continued, "If we can find the nesting sites on the islands, we're just about sure to find Dodgson."

"If we can actually find the nests, remember," Malcolm reminded Grant.

"True," Sarah said, "but InGen would probably record where the dinosaurs put their nests. They did still study the animals, after all, when they weren't bumbling about and causing havoc. Maybe we can find the info in the old bases."

"Well then, we've got a plan," Billy happily said.

There was a pause.

"Does anyone actually remember where they are after a few years?"

"I haven't the slightest."

Yangchuanosaurus luis rey
The red Jeep stopped again, this time near a wooded river. There were some large, dangerous dinosaurs up ahead.

Bill, after stopping the car, just sat there and stared wide-eyed.

"Oh. My. God. It's a T-rex..."

"For God's sake, Bill, didn't I teach you anything?" Dodgson said. "Three fingers on the hand, see. Smaller than a rex too."

"That's SMALL?!?!?!"

Dodgson sighed. "Could you get the red bag please, Terry?"

He did, and then they sat and watched, presumably planning the next move.

Bill broke the silence by saying, "Is this where we use the AK---"

"Is this one of the types that never made it to Nublar, Lew?"

"No, it made it over alright. It's a Yangchuanosaurus. You didn't see it in the list because InGen called it a Metriacanthosaurus. Of course it isn't. Metria's English, and the Yangchuano's Chinese. Plus the vertebral spines in Metria are much too big. And we've found skin impressions in both animals now, thanks to the Shaximiao find, which showed plumage on the arms during the breeding season. Which is exactly the season now," Dodgson pointed at the group up ahead with the peacock blue feathers on the arms, "But enough with the talk. Let's go wrangle the big stuff."

"How exactly are we supposed to do this again?"

"I brought backup," Dodgson said like there was nothing in the world to worry about. He then promptly picked up a walkie-talkie and said, "All yours, boys."

Bill looked up and said, "Backup? Who you talking to?"

And then suddenly a trio of various vehicles boosted through the trees ahead, driving towards the dinosaurs and startling them away.

"Roland Tembo didn't know who the hell I was as Edward Harrison, so I took the liberty of asking to loan his toys," Dodgson smiled. "Let's go." And they drove to the now empty nestfield.

Chapter 17: Things Go Wrong

"We'd better go, then."

Grant and the group walked along, heading in what they thought was the general direction of the InGen buildings. After a few minutes they heard something.

"That's a car," Malcolm said.

"Dodgson, probably," Billy said.

"Tell you what," Grant said, "You stay here, Malcolm and Sarah, you go and check out Dodgson, we'll stay until you come back."

"Go go go go go go go!"

Dodgson, Bill and Terry tried to collect as many eggs as possible from the nest, trying not to think about the Yangchuanosaurus pack that was still nearby, and what would happen if they noticed the intruders.

Unfortunately for them, the dinosaurs noticed.

One stampeded aginst the convoy of vehicles, crushing one, and made a fast clip back towards the nest. The others followed, taking no mind of the cars.

Dodgson looked up at the sudden rumble. "...Oh, shit---Get in the car!"

They ran to the Jeep and dumped the eggs in the bag. While their backs were turned, they did not notice that the Yangchuanosaurs had almost completely destroyed the entire convoy...

Malcolm and Sarah walked to the edge of the forest. Dodgson's car was now visible, in fact they were right behind it, and it seemed like him and two other people were frantically stuffing things in it.

Then they saw why.

A horde of theropods, running at the car. Looking quite angry.

Other vehicles had already been trashed, although one were still driving. Just that the driver had already been eaten.

That car was engulfed in flames and happened to be racing right at the two seperate parties.

Malcolm and Sarah dived out of the way in the nick of time, the car whizzing past Dodgson and the Jeep.

"What the hell?" Dodgson said, very surprised. And then he turned around.

The Yangchuanosaurs were coming ever closer.

They all raced away.

Chapter 18: The Hunt Begins

"What happened?" Grant said as Malcolm and Sarah came back.

"Well, flaming cars and carnivores come to mind," Sarah gasped from lack of air.

"Right then, we'd better get out."

The Jeep sped into the undergrowth. Only Dodgson knew where they were heading.

Terry was still mortified in the back. When he finally came to his senses, he still sat there motionless.

"Right," Dodgson was muttering to himself, "I think we need to go to one more site before we head out."

"MORE?!?" Terry screamed, finally fully awake. "People are getting KILLED out there!"

"Risky business, Ter," Dodgson replied. "I specifically said 'come at your own risk.'"

After being silent for a while, Bill asked, "So is that an excuse for using the gu---"

Dodgson threw the AK-47 out of the Jeep.


The Jeep plowed over a bump in the ground and made a very large noise when it landed. Then Dodgson stopped the Jeep, looking for signs of dinosaur.

The thump was heard again.

"Terry, could you hand me the binocs?"

Dodgson looked through the binoculars, pointing ahead. There was some movement in the bushes, but what it was he didn't know.


"...Do you hear that?"

The group had started moving again, but the rustling in the bushes didn't exactly make Grant much happier.

Billy could hear the Jeep somewhere, but wasn't concerned with it at the moment.

Beyond their sight, a sickle-clawed, gray foot was there.

Dodgson, Bill, and Terry didn't know what was coming for them. Perhaps they were lucky that way.

It was all shattered when a Velociraptor erupted out of the bushes and ran. Straight towards them. Seeing this, Dodgson revved the Jeep forward, and straight into the charging dinosaur.

It was hit back quite a distance.

"Whoa. That was a raptor then?" Bill said.

"We'd better head out," Dodgson said. "When there's one raptor, there's---"

A raptor landed on the trunk of the Jeep.

Bill screamed and grabbed a tranquilizer. But the raptor jumped him.

However, Bill was in an awkward position to eat, and in the scuffle the raptor ended up with a dart lodged in its thigh, and tumbled over the Jeep onto the ground. It lay still.

Terry was in quite a shock. "Bill actually did something RIGHT?"

Dodgson got out and started getting some things out too. "OK, we've got a real live raptor here, so we're going to try to get some blood samples. Terry, I assume you're going to handle this?"

"Yeah, I worked as a vet for a while in Houston. Shouldn't be too different."

How very wrong they were.

Grant's group finally reached an InGen building. It looked something like a communications center.

"I recognize this place," Malcolm said.

"So do I," Grant said.

They both stopped and looked at each other funny.

"Anyway," Grant sighed, and started moving again.

"Y'know, that---I was stuck in that car over there with a raptor trying to get in. You can still see the hole it made."

"You were stuck inside a car with a Velociraptor trying to get in?"

"Long story."

They continued in silence for a while, before the attack came.

A Velociraptor leapt out from behind one of the abandoned trucks and screamed out its now all-too-familiar voice. Billy tried whacking it with a metal pole on the ground, but it didn't deter it much.

By this time, a pack had appeared, and had now completely surrounded the group.

There was no escape route. No weapons. And not another soul was nearby.

This wouldn't end well.

Chapter 19: Raptor Attack

Terry put some rubber gloves on and readied for extracting blood from the sleeping raptor. He was nervous, naturally, but who wouldn't be?

Bill was standing guard and watching for signs of trouble. Dodgson was still scanning for more dinosaurs. So it was up to Terry, now, to do this.

He got the syringe and needle, put them together. They had brought vials for the blood. Those were nearby.

He moved towards the raptor, and knelt alongside it. He moved his hand near the neck, and the needle pricked the skin---

And the raptor opened its eyes and bit Terry's hand.

He howled in pain, and the other two whipped around. Bill was about to shoot again when Dodgson grabbed the gun from him. "Don't shoot! Two doses so close to each other could be fatal. We need that raptor alive!"

At this point Terry had thrown himself away from the raptor, which was now standing up. It started to make some noises, different from attacking noises.

It was calling.

The raptors looked up at the sound.

One called to some others, who then in turn barked at the others.

They're giving the others orders, Grant thought. Maybe they'll go away.

And some of the raptors left.

But not all of them.

Raptor profile
It was not going very well.

Terry was trying to dodge the marauding Velociraptor, while Dodgson was tyring to reach the syringe, which had fallen on the ground.

Then around half a dozen other raptors emerged from the trees, and joined the attack. In the stampede, Dodgson was shoved away, the syringe now in tiny little bits from being trampled. He couldn't see Terry, which was probably a good thing---by now he had been torn apart.

Dodgson floored it and sped away into the forest.

"You're just going to leave him to die?!?" Bill said.

"There's nothing we can do. The raptors will kill both of us if we go back."

And then Dodgson noticed something, something that had been going on for a while. There was thumping, and it was getting louder. And LOUDER.

The other raptors heard it too. Except that they could actually see the T-rex.

Which was coming closer.

Grant and the group froze instantly. But the T-rex still came closer.

The raptors, thankfully, panicked and fled into the trees.

Seeing this, the T-rex roared, possibly to scare them away.

But it was still coming closer.

Nobody flinched. Nobody even blinked.

Soon the T-rex was right up next to them. And it didn't look very happy.

But then there was a faint sound of an engine, and then the rex looked up, and then walked toward the direction of the noise.

After the T-rex disappeared from sight, the group finally broke the silence.

"OK, that was way too close for comfort," Billy said, panting.

"Let's go find the nest maps now," Grant said, and they went inside.

Chapter 20: The Complex

None of the lights were working inside, which was covered in overgrown vines. It was quite musty, and looked like a very spooky place to be.

After walking for a while, Grant ran over to a desk and pulled out a paper. It was a large map of the island, with red dots scattered across it, labeled like STEG15 or REX90.

"Bingo," Grant whispered.

He showed the map to the rest of the group. "See? Those would be the nests. All we need to do now is find which one Dodgson's at."

"We overheard them talking back at the clearing," Sarah said, "And the trunk looked pretty full. They've probably only got a few nest sites to go to."

"And doesn't it make sense they would leave the best for last?" Malcolm queried.

There was a silence, everybody knowing what he meant.

And then Grant said, "Right. I've never really looked forward to this, to be honest."

"You should have seen us back at the trailer that day."


The Jeep stopped at another clearing. Dodgson looked over and saw what he was looking for.

"Is that...Ohhhh Jesus," Bill started.

The thumping continued.

"How are we going to get past them?"

"I don't know yet," Dodgson replied and started the car. "Right, let's get this over with."

In the building, there was tension rising.

"I'm saying to you again, I'm not going back to the rex---"

"There is no way---"

"It's got to be done---"

"Ahem." Malcolm cleared his throat, cutting the debate short. "Either way, we need to get off of here eventually. Maybe we can find some, uh, emergency contact?"

Grant, who had been trying to keep out of the debate, said, "OK, he's right. Before we bother stopping Dodgson, we should at least find a way to escape."

So they went off through the building, trying to find some sort of working radio.

But there was still something else with them.

Crimson utahraptor? naaaaah

The raptor careened through the window at the group, bits of glass flying across the room. And this wasn't a Velociraptor, either.

Chapter 21: Rex

The red Jeep rolled softly to a stop. They were closer to the nest now, just not sure how to get past a Tyrannosaurus without difficulties.


"Yeah Lew?"

"...Hand me the friggin tranq before you kill someone with that."

"OK, fine, sorry."

Dodgson grabbed the tranquilizer. "My plan is if we tranq both of the rexes, we can get something. That fine with you?" he said, not expecting an answer. He was right.

The Utahraptor snarled. And the group ran for cover.

As soon as Grant saw a ladder, he shot up it. The others followed, knowing that raptors---probably---couldn't climb ladders.

It was true, but raptors could jump.

The ladder came out on the roof. The other raptors were on another building close by, and when they saw the humans they started jumping towards them.

There was almost nothing they could do.

The only thing that saved them was a certain, familiar creature.

Before the Utahraptor could make a move, a Pteranodon swooped from the sky, distracting it. A Pteranodon with green markings under its chin.

Winston landed on a nearby tree, calling.

And immediately took off again, seeing that around a dozen mega-Velociraptors with fluff were staring at him intently.

The raptors, in search of bigger prey, followed.

And left the others standing there.

"Y'know, I can't say I believe in guardian angels," Malcolm broke the silence, "But that is just too creepy."

The plan was going perfectly. They had snuck up behind the rex nest, and neither parent had noticed.

Dodgson loaded the tranq. "Once they feel the prick, they'll be mad. We just need to get the hell out of here once they notice us, and when they go down we can come back."

"Whatever you say, sir."

Dodgson looked down at Bill. "And I'm not handing you a gun."

He turned his attention back to the tyrannosaurus. He held up the tranq and aimed. Almost there and....

A Pteranodon flew overhead, breaking his concentration.

"Damn," he whispered, and tried to aim again.

The only problem was the Pteranodon had distracted the Tyrannosaurus pair, too, and they were now looking straight at the Jeep. One of them roared.

Bill's eyes widened ever so slightly. "Ah, shit," he said.

And the tyrannosaurs started walking towards the Jeep.

Bill started screaming, and Dodgson floored it into reverse. They crashed straight into a boulder.

The rexes still kept coming.

Something was finally broken in the Jeep, Dodgson could feel it, he would have to get out of the car and fix it himself, but he couldn't, because two large man-eating monsters were coming, and Bill's screaming didn't help much either.

And then something jolted, and the Jeep was rolled onto its side, and then the roof, and the two humans were upside down, as one of the animals attacked.

Dodgson scrambled for the door, knowing that he just might be able to escape. He reached for the door. In the meantime, Bill was having problems of his own.

He was still screaming, knowing this was the end, but then he spotted the elephant gun, not far away, and he reached for it, knowing that if he grabbed it and shot the tyrannosaurus he could possibly save his life.

Bill gets killed
As he reached a chunk of car metal fell straight onto his arm and elbow, and he screamed even louder, knowing that is was almost certaintly broken, but still he reached. He felt his finger on the handle, then he was holding it---

And something clamped onto his leg, and he was yanked out of the Jeep, screaming.

He was being lifted through the air.

It was a funny sensation to be sure, but he really wasn't paying attention to it. He was paying attention to the fact that he was being lifted through the air by a 40-foot long monster with sharp teeth that was going to eat him.

He was being held still for a moment, and the tyrannosaur ducked its head, and Bill fell into a dark cavern, and he heard the crunching of his own skull bones, his legs snapping, and then---



"Do you hear that?"

Grant did. It sounded like screaming.

"Ok," he said, "Forget Dodgson. We've got to get out of here."

Chapter 22: The Victors

The blur started getting clearer. He felt like he had been run over by a frieght train.

Dodgson slowly regained conciousness. He had no clue where Bill was. Where was he?

He noticed that the Jeep was on top of him, and then he remembered what happened. Still, he thought, a mistake to correct next time.

Grabbing a thick branch, he hauled himself out from under the Jeep. It was quite painful. And then he noticed that they hadn't gone.

The tyrannosaurs were right there.

There were tugging at the remains of what used to be Bill, and they hadn't noticed him.

Quickly, Dodgson tried to tiptoe away, when---

There was a scream.

Both tyrannosaurs looked toward the direction of the noise.

And the pack of Utahraptor calmly walked out of the jungle.

"Ah, shit," Dodgson muttered, "This isn't good."

One of the tyrannosaurs roared, and one of the Utahraptors screamed back.

And then, in a frenzy, the raptors swarmed onto the rexes.

In the mass of scales and feathers, it was hard to see, but suddenly a raptor was thrown forward, and then another, and then the whole pack retreated. A short-lived fight was over.

And as the raptors fled into the bushes, the two tyrannosaurs stood defiant.

Dodgson was still there, in shock at the spectacle that occured in front of him.

And the tyrannosaurs turned and growled at him.

He was off like a shot.

Chapter 23: Contact

On the way back to the Operations Building, Grant couldn't help noticing the forest was eerily quiet. But he moved on, determined to escape with the rest of them.

There was crashing in the brush, and---

He looked over and saw what was causing it.

It was a herd of plant-eaters, several different species, all mingling. They were crossing the jungle river, and it was a beautiful sight. Grant could count some Stegosaurus, Triceratops, and Parasaurolophus before Billy tapped him on the shoulder. They continued on.

Dodgson walked aimlessly, not knowing where exactly he was going. He wanted to get off, and fix his mistakes, and try this again.

Shouldn't be too difficult.

While he was pondering this and staring off into space, he tripped over a log, which was very surprising and very painful.

He tried moving his limbs. None of them seemed to be broken. Good.

Where the hell was he?

Compsognathus DD
He should probably get back up and get his bearings.

There was a chirping noise. Birds, he thought.

And then, trying to pull himself up, he realized that wasn't a good decision to make.

About 50 Compsognathus were standing there, watching him intently.

Everyone was working to try and get the communications working, since the last visit they had stopped working again. There was no turning back now.

After Grant thumped on the radio for a few times, it thankfully turned on. There was a voice. "Hello?" it said.

"Yes, we were accidentally brought to Isla Sorna, and we need to get off. Right now.

"...OK, I'll get the rescue teams ready ASAP. Where'd you say you were again?

"Isla Sorna."

"...The Isla Sorna? The one---my God, the dinosaur island? Really? I can't believe it! The one with all the T-rexes and stuff and---"

"Yes, but---"

"---And...OH MY GOD, are you who I think you are? Are, are you...OH MY GOD!!! ALAN GRANT!!! I'VE BEEN WANTING TO MEET YOU FOR SO LONG NOW..."

Grant sighed and turned back to the others. "Publicity sometimes," he said, and went back to the radio. "Yes, it's me, hello. Now send the damn rescue already."

"OK, whatever you say, sir!" And the radio clicked off.

They were going home.

Chapter 24: Return of the Raptors

Dodgson stood up quickly. He had heard about compys, and what they did to you. He turned around and started walking back, when he heard more chirping.

He turned back around.

The compys were closer than before.

Creepy. They only moved when you weren't looking.

He backed away, facing them this time. He quickened the pace, and---

Backed up straight into a tree, whereupon he went tumbling forward.

As he tried to get up, he felt the little pitter-patter of feet up his arm...and the painful feeling of something biting his finger.

He yelled, and swung the compy, still attached to his finger, into the tree. There was a crunching of bones, its grip gave in, and it lay still.

Damn, Dodgson thought. He didn't mean to kill anything. Even the smallest dinosaur could be useful for him. As long as they didn't kill him.

He looked toward the other compys. They were snarling at him.

They started to charge, and Dodgson opened his mouth, and

There was a scream.

Upon hearing it, the compys skidded, stopped, and ran into the bushes.

After the screaming, there was different snarling.

Dodgson's mouth was still open, and his eyes grew wide.

He ran.

Ahead, he could hear the faint sound of a helicopter.

There was a building up ahead, and somehow he knew there was hope there, and---

Grant noticed a figure bursting from the bushes. An all-too familiar figure.

"Give it up, Lew," he said. "Your car's been wrecked, your team killed---give yourself a rest and get in the helicopter with us. "

"I don't think you quite understand, Alan," Dodgson replied. "The job isn't done yet. As soon as I get more people, I'm coming back to finish it." He paused, and added, "And there's also a pack of large, angry raptors heading this way. Might be a good idea to hide."

Billy said, "You're bluffing."

There was a scream.

Dodgson pointed over his head, towards the noise, and said, "You call that a bluff?"

And then all hell broke loose.

Chapter 25: The Final Showdown

Utahraptor red
Dodgson was flung forward, and standing in his place was the alpha Utahraptor. It let out an even louder, spine-tingling scream. Others emerged from the bushes.

And attacked.

Grant ducked behind a part of the building as a raptor leapt towards him. It missed, but only barely.

And then the helicopter thundered out of the sky. Which, unfortunately, did not faze the raptors much. In fact, it seemed to encourage them. A raptor jumped and grabbed the copter, pulling it down briefly before letting it go.

Dodgson stumbled a bit, hauled himself up, and started running towards the bushes. The alpha raptor noticed, and barked a command at the others.

Dodgson disappeared into a jungle. The raptors followed him, and then there was a long, drawn-out scream that cut off abruptly. A human scream.

Sarah turned her head away.

And the helicopter pilot yelled, "Come on! In, in!"

The group ran into the copter, and it took off.

As they were leaving, Grant looked out the window, and saw a Brachiosaurus herd, moving towards the north. In spite of the dangers he had faced, he smiled.

Everyone was too exhausted to speak. But as the helicopter flew back to the mainland, Grant's smile said it all.


In memory of Michael Crichton, 1942-2008.


"...Has he come back yet?"

"No sir."

"No sign at all?"

"No sir."

"...Fine then. We're switching to Plan B..."





Behind the Scenes


This was how far I got in my original Word script, and the prologue remains largely unchanged. Oh, and I know I said above I wasn't giving any spoilers, but I know what you're thinking: that is not a Liopleurodon. Sorry. Keep guessing!

Chapter 1

I always knew Billy had to come again sooner or later. And I was dying to get Grant in Alberta; it's a perfect, perfect match. Isla Sorna references are essential early on to cement the point that Grant really is never setting foot on the island ever again. I made sure to add him stopping when he hears "raptor," I've always imagined him after the JPs being haunted by his memories of the raptors.

Chapter 2

This was actually added last-minute, as I figured we needed a break before Grant's talk. This obviously introduces us to our (new) antagonist and "assistant." Dialogue-only is crucial during this chapter as its setting and characters would remain almost a mystery, a trick I learned from Jeremy Robinson's Antarktos Rising. Gemini, of couse, is code for someone---but whom?

Chapter 3

Malcolm is now another recurring character! But will there be more...? And Edward Harrison is the big new guy here, he'll play an important part in the story and will be closely connected to the rest of the group. The MNS stands for the Museum of Nature and Science (a real museum in Dallas).

Chapter 4

A scene I've had in my head for a long time now. This has no purpose except to be comedic.

Chapter 5

And now there's Sarah Harding to add to the crew. As you can finally gather this is an all-star JP. There are a few minor references that I made sure to add, as these will become vital to the story.

Chapter 6

Grant, Harrison, and everybody else get mugged. This moves the story forward, and somehow this gets them to the island. This also intros us to one of our antagonist's other 2 assistants. I got the syringe idea from a Primeval novel (I can't recall which one---could be Fire and Water though).

Chapter 7

So now the carnage begins. This bit is on Isla Nublar because I've noticed in many fanfic that all the attention is on Isla Sorna, because that's "where all the action is." Malcom's comment in the Lost World about "the only place where the geese chase you" is reflected here too, in the form of chicken nuggets. The Pteranodon from Chapter 4 finally gets explained and even gets a name---Winston. After Winston Churchill, of course. I apolgize for the Paint picture in this chapter, I needed a simple one of Deinosuchus launching out of water, and this Prehistoric Park pic is all I could find. I had to crop out Matilda (sorry, Matilda). And then the adventure heads underground...keep your eyes peeled.

Chapter 8

So that's where the Deinosuchus came from! I also hope to take the first honor of a JP story with a eurypterid in it (Jaekelopterus). Billy opening the other door has become important (it let something out) and you know you're in trouble when you're in the middle of the island. Big carnivores...hint hint...

Chapter 9

This is another recently-made chapter. It's only purpose is exactly what Grant says at the end. If something scares a Velociraptor, that's gotta be one heck of a something...

Chapter 10

Let's face it, they're screwed.

Our mystery creature is revealed at last. As stated above, they're screwed. I think now you realize why I call this Extinction.

Chapter 11

Emil appears with his boat and all are saved. Or so far. An M1 Garand is the actual gun that Roy Scheider uses to blow up the man-eating shark in Jaws. Perhaps the only JP to combine Speilberg's movies. I managed to get it in because Jaws has nothing to do with JP. This also brings us to the big one---Liopleurodon, who I had to include.

Chapter 12

OH. MY. GOD. How's THAT for a cliffhanger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I always wanted him back, and this sets a whole new level for the story. Not only do you have no way of escape from an island with vicious raptors you accidentaly introduced, but now you've got (gasp) LEWIS DODGSON on your hands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The story has officially become epic.

Chapter 13

Yet another vitally important chapter, with Dodgson's plan revealed and realization that the Utahraptors will kill us all eventually. Now do you see why I call this Extinction? Dodgson's mention of "fat, unreliable schmucks" obviously refers to Nedry, and I've always thought BioSyn would move to certain sources of DNA. This bit obviously comes from the Lost World novel.

But what catches Grant and co. off guard?

Chapter 14

That, apparently. Ridiculous situation, I know, but it sort of makes sense (the raptors drive their prey off a cliff like the Native Americans did with buffalo, except the raptors can actually jump off the cliff to finish the kill). Now you can easily gauge the personality of Dodgson's two assistants, Terry is the sciency type, and Bill is the clumsy, weapon crazed guy (think Murdock from the A-Team).

Chapter 15

Yes, they all land safely (sorta), it's a smallish cliff. Now Dodgson's Jeep is broken. I was originally going to have him entirely break the windshield, so it wouldn't break later and spill all over the place while they were driving, but I left that for a later chapter. Two, in fact, happen to be back in this chapter. Dodgson, and...I won't say what the roar is but you know it already.

Chapter 16

Now our good guys figure out what Dodgson's up to. I've got no clue what the rest of the Biosyn picture says---anyone who speaky Spanish please let me know? Anyway. And what's that crested head in the bushes? Could it be a...Nope, it's not a Dilophosaurus. It's a lizard. But back at Team Dodgson, they've come across a platoon of Yangchuanosaurus. I cleared up the longstanding debate of why Metriacanthosaurus is in the embryo storage when it's such a little-known dinosaur in here by pointing out some differences (let's just say InGen's rather clueless at these things) between the two. Then of course I introduced the rest of Dodgson's army into the mix, scaring away all predators so the guys in the Jeep can do whatever the heck they feel like with the eggs. I had an idea plowing about in my head for a while of new designs for this purpose, but Lost World's safari creations just fit the bill perfectly. That's why I put those in.

Chapter 17

Heheheh. That's all I have to say for this.

I've always liked Yangchuanosaurus for some reason.

Chapter 18

Dodgson and co. nab a raptor. I felt they should get some progress soon. And the other group get trapped by raptors yet again. Hey, it's what the series is all about.



(in order of appearance)

Paul Emhart

Billy Brennan

Alan Grant


Ian Malcom

Edward Harrison

Sarah Harding

Bill (mentioned at first, then revealed later)

Emil the Boatswain

Lewis Dodgson. OMG!!!!


Roland Tembo (mentioned)


Unknown Voices

Dinosaurs and other Creatures

(in order of appearance, or when first seen and/or mentioned)


Triceratops (fossil)

Daspletosaurus (skull)

Corythosaurus (photograph)

Saurophaganax (mentioned)

Winston the Pteranodon

Coleonyx gecko (mentioned)
















Plumed basilisk





Character Deaths

Paul Emhart (eaten alive by Deinosuchus)

Dilophosaurus (impaled by raptor claw)

Spinosaurus (killed by Utahraptor pack)

Manuel (as Emil) (shot in chest)

Unnamed hunter (crushed)

Unnamed hunter (eaten by Yangchuanosaurus)

Unnamed hunter (eaten by Yangchuanosaurus)

Terry (ripped apart by Velociraptor pack)

Bill (eaten by Tyrannosaurus)

Compsognathus (crushed by tree)

Is he dead? Hm. Let's see. Lewis Dodgson ran into the bushes, with a pack of hungry Utahraptor following him, and there was a human scream that cut off rather abruptly. WHAT DO YOU THINK?


Reading the story is a lot more effective when you have an idea of the music playing at the time if this was a movie. Just listen to this, add a bit of John Williams touch to it, and you'll get the kind of exotic-sounding music I'm talking about.


Preceded by:

Jurassic Park

The Lost World: Jurassic Park

Jurassic Park 3


Jurassic Park V: Apocalypse

More soon!


  • This movie features many more elements from the novels.
  • Extinction is perhaps the shortest and least gruesome of the films. I trust you that Apocalypse will remedy this :)
  • The Raptor/Dilo fight is actually an unintentional nod to the fanfilm Jurassic Park: Prime Survival. I haven't watched it all the way through yet, but there is such a fight in the script. Pretty cool if I say so myself.



Do not confuse with this plz!

Once again, do not confuse this fanfic with the "upcoming" JP4: Extinction by another fan. It has an entirely different premise, it seems.

I do not own the JPs or have any affiliation with Universal Studios, I only watch the movies. This is a specific JP fanfic wiki.

I do own some images in this fanfic (such as the Paint pictures in Chapters 4 and 12), but use them for anything you darn well please.

Thank you for reading this fanfic.