66 million years ago, the dinosaur's reign was ended due to a cataclismic series of events. In modern day, John Hammond's team of scientists bring back the age of reptiles in a new, truly interactive way. He spared no expense, and nothing could go w...
"Alright, move 'em in!" Muldoon shouted. He was a tall, mustached man. His countless adventures in dangerous places hardened him into the commanding presence he was in the modern day.
The workers cautiously moved the large, metal crate forward. They could hear little, bird-like chirps inside. It was no bird they were moving though. The others surrounding them held cattle prods and rifles, prepared for an attack from what was inside.
The crate was secured in place, and the workers moved back. Muldoon waved his hand upwards at the man above the cage, signaling him to open the door. He pressed the control, the door slowly opening, lights flashing, telling everyone to move away. everything was going okay, too okay.
SLAM!
The crate moved back and the doorman fell to the ground. His arm was grabbed by whatever was inside the crate. Muldoon ran over to the man and started pulling. He pulled as hard as he could, but the creature pulled just as hard and his grip was slipping.
"No! No! Grab him. NOW!" Muldoon yelled, many workers dropped their weapons and grabbed the man. They eventually overpowered the creature and retrieved the man, though the ripping sound was concerning.
The man screamed as he looked, his arm was gone, it tore his arm off.
The remaining workers pushed the crate back into place as Muldoon helped the screaming man up. The buttons were pressed and the creature went into the cage, the door closing quicker than when it opened.
Muldoon and another worker carried the armless man to a stretcher that carried him away to the medics on site. "Hammond, what are you doing?" was all Muldoon could say at the sight of what happened
A mother carried her child away to their crib, they were surrounded by dinosaurs. The child quickly fell asleep when they were placed inside and rocked. The mother went back to the living room, turning on the TV.
Hours later, the mother was awoken by screaming. She sleepily got up and walked to the room. As she got closer, she could swear she heard the sounds of a crow.
She opened the door and turned on the lights. She screamed at what she was seeing, a little pack of small bird-like reptiles surrounded her child. Flesh and blood covered their mouths as they ran out the window from the light and possible threat of the mother.
She ran to her child, or rather, what was left of her child. Its face was ripped apart and bloody, almost unrecognizable. Blood stained every part of it, its clothes, and its crib.
Though she only saw them for a bit, the mother knew exactly what killed her child. It was a dinosaur, its green feathers etched into her brain. No matter if they called her crazy, she knew.
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