Jurrasic Park: Fight for Survival

Small but painful beginings

"Ah, Costa Rica, home to a lovely tropic paradise filled with beaches, sun and many island to explore and enjoy." Or at least that's what the brochure said when I first came here two years ago. Right now instead of paradise I'm starting to call it a struggling, survival testing, hell hole. Then again there are some days things aren't that bad. Let's just say I'm in a "love hate situation" about the whole thing. Then again 2 years ago I was still a city boy with no real or concrete knowledge about surviving in the wilderness, let alone a goddam island in the far reaches of the sea, and there's no way in hell I'm swimming back to the main land. If I try and do that I'll reach it eventually, but I'll most likely reach the shore in the form of a corpse. Thanks but no thanks I still like living. Anyway right now I bet your wondering how, where, when and why I ended up in this predicament. Well you see two years ago I had just graduated high-school. I was 17 and my parents wanted to take me on a trip to Costa Rica to celebrate my good grades and my graduation. I was happy really and excited with out a care in the world. Hell I was even happy at the fact that my parents invited part of my family and some of my friends for the trip. How in the world did they manage to do it? The answer everyone pays for their own ticket and everyone pitches in for the hotel cost along with the entertainment. Simple and predictable but still surprising to see the quantity of people that went along with us. A party of 20 people in total. I didn't even know my cheap as hell uncle would actually joined us on the trip. Honestly the guy literally dies a little every time he has to take out his wallet. Anyway back to the story. Everything was going just fine and I didn't have any worries at the moment, even if the economy was going down the rabbit hole. 2013 and we already where in trouble. Didn't people used to say that by this time everything was going to be all techno and shit? Fuck if that where to be true I wouldn't even be here to begging with. Any-who, my dad had rented a ship to go to some of the close by islands. Close my ass it took 4 days to reach it, on full throttle. Picture being in a tight boat with 20 people, including the ships crew, having to share rooms and beds, oh and let's not forget those who got sea sick. Yeah good call dad. Nothing like a sea adventure in a tight ship, no air conditioner or proper ventilation, under the hot sun, only 3 bathrooms and a side of barf and the oh so settle hint of rotting raw fish. Of all the ships my father could've picked it had to be an old fishing boat. I understand that we are in a tight budget but come on there were better choices back at the docks. Ah fuck it. After 2 years of being in this island I already manage to put to rest those pesky past complaints. I rather spend my energies on something more productive like, oh I don't know staying alive in a hostile environment that every choice is, in every sense of the phrase, life or death. Anyway moving on, after 4 days of dealing the whole "life at sea" fiasco, we finally arrived at the so called Isla Sorna. I must say once I saw the view of the island and the beach I was actually glad for enduring the whole trip. Is true those who wait are rewarded. My family didn't wait to get off the boat and started to set up. I took out my IPhone 5, another graduation gift and when I pressed the home button to turn it on and I notice I had absolutely no signal whatsoever. Talk about a dead zone. At least I had full battery and a butt load of songs and games to keep me entertain. Now people ask me "why would you go to an island with a beautiful beach and want to spend your time using a phone?". The answer, wellllll lets just say that among all my family members and all my friends there is only one person in the entire group of 20 people that has a certain gift of making my ears bleed. My mother. Now I know what you might be thinking, either "Every mother has that gift" or "Give her a break she can't be that bad" maybe even "You don't know what you have until it's gone." Off all only the last one can be true but trust me 17 years of living with a loud mouth, exaggerated, control freak, egomaniac, who I might, no will add that my mother those not accept loosing. So what better way to zone her out than with a phone full of music, and inner hear buds at full volume. Thank you sweat God for this marvelous invention. Most of the group had already change their cloths and had stepped down from the boat. I went to change but before I could actually change I felt a little hit on the boat and the boat rocked making me stumble. Luckily for me I was inside a rather narrow hallway so I manage to capture myself in between the walls to maintain my balance and avoid any unwanted accidents. At the time I couldn't help but wonder what could've made the boat rock the way it did, I even thought "Maybe we hit a coral rift or something." I didn't paid much attention to it because I wanted to head for the beach already. I went into one of the 3 bathrooms and started to change into my swimsuit. After I was done I headed outside and got off the boat as I joined my friends and family on the beach. Beach volleyball, swimming, sun bathing, reading, etc etc. Every one was doing something different. I even swam a little but I got bored so I got out and decided to sharpen a particular skill I didn't have the time "to" practice while on this vacation. However this island provided the perfect place to "play" sorta speak. Park-core, my favorite past time, and with this much jungle I can have some fun and some much needed practice. However before I could, I heard "Nicolai, don't go to far into the jungle we don't know this place." It was my dad and altho he was right I didn't paid much attention. Btw yes my name is Nicolai, like the scientist but with out the science or the genies, my full name however is Nicolai Winters. Any who, I waited a bit till my cloths got dry so I took my towel and dried my feet before putting on my shoes. After I picked up my phone and started choosing the playlist I wanted to hear. I was feeling like hearing some rock or at least some thing similar so I picked my personal favorite play list and I hit play. While I waited a few seconds for the music to start I put on the headphones, opened one of my zipper pockets and placed the phone in there, also I had to thank my parents for the water prof cover for the phone. When the music started I started running too. To my delight the song was one of my favorites "Rise against-Prayer of the refuge" as I ran dodging trees, bushes and branches, making flips and twists here and there I mimicked the words from the song enjoying the tone and the lyrics. At one point I even sang along it "Don't hold me up now, I can stand my own ground, I don't need your help now, you will let me down down down dooonw." Best dam park core I had ever done in a long time. At this point I was sweating bullets and almost out of breath. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 4:35 pm. Dam I was park coring for almost 2 hours. I started heading back to the boat before anyone got worried but little did I know things where about to go bad, really bad. Specially since I noticed the sky was turning dark, seemed like a rain was heading this way. Again didn't really paid much attention to it. Once I reached the beach I was face with the most fearsome and most terrible of fates, my mother's wrath. If my mother had a theme song for when she was angry I swear it would be the same one from the movie 300 when they pushed the Persians into the hole. Right now in my mother's eyes I was a Persian and I was about to die. Usually I would ran my ass off to get as much distance from her as possible until she cools down. However, I was in an unknown island, surrounded by water and with no where to run. Plus it was time to get on the ship and be on our way before the rain starts. After 17 years of living with a woman that screams more than what she talks you tend to learn to zone her out, trust me. Anyway, I was in the bathroom changing and my mother was just out the door screaming her speech about how irresponsible I was for being away from the group for so long. For some reason there's always something wrong about a woman screaming at a door while on the other side there's someone changing clothes. After I was done changing to my dark brown shorts and my navy blue t-shirt, I was about to get out of the bathroom when I felt a strong hit on the boat making it shake violently. I actually fell on the door kicking it open with my momentum, my mom was also on the floor holding herself by a bar nailed to the walls of the hallway. I was on the ground laying on my chest trying to keep my self from rolling or sliding to anywhere else as another hit was felt, this one making the very wood that made the ship creaked. A warning that it may break if the ship is hit again. Honestly I was afraid, afraid that the ship might break and we all die or that we might be left stranded at sea. Unfortunately out of all the people in the ship I thought I was the last one to survive, yet I was the only one left alive after the massacre that occur after. The ship was stroked again, this time making the ship snap in two. However that wasn't what shocked me, oh no that was just like background action. The real thing that shocked me to my very core and brought a cold chill down my spine was the scaly, gray wall that came between me and my mother. It cut right in front of me as it pushed up breaking the ship in two. I felt as the half I was in, sunk down into the water by the same end I was facing. I couldn't see anything but water as I slid down into it. Something was making the water move in the most erratic ways possible, that much I knew as I toss and turn in the water desperately trying to hold my breath as I hit many obstacles in the way. I don't know what I hit down there, all I could see was darkness and nothing else. It was like being blind, not knowing where you're going with the added twist of being underwater and being pull by the current. At one point I hit something so hard like a rock that it nocked all the air out of my lungs leaving me swallowing salt water for the rest of the horrible trip. Some how luck smiled upon me as I reached the sandy shores of the beach. I dug my hands deep into the sand as I crawl to firm land vomiting and spitting out the water I had swallow while trying to gasp for air. I manage to get up on my feet when I had enough air in my lungs. In that moment I made the worst mistake I've could ever done in my life, I turned around. You see I was on my feet but I was facing jungle so when I turn around I was facing the sea and the horror that had befallen to the ship. It was a massacre. Dead bodies in the sea, a broken ship and a reptilian monster eating whatever he found in the water. He was standing tall on two legs similar to those of a horse, on his chest two small arms holding three fingers tipped with razor sharp claws. On his back a long spinal fin reaching from the base of his shoulder blades to the very beginning of his thick long tail, his neck was similar to a chickens neck and his elongated snout that hold razor sharp white yellowing teeth under it and his eyes where yellow like ember. I dropped to my knees frozen as I watch in horror how he eat away at my family and my friends. The blood of those who I loved stained his mouth and snout crimson red as it dripped in thick drops to the sea water under him turning the water red as well. I wanted to look away. I wanted to close my eyes and open them from this nightmare, I wanted to wake up back home. I couldn't move my body, my mind and my very soul was frozen in place. I couldn't even feel my heart beat in my chest. Watching that horror, that massacre, that nightmare, changed me in ways I couldn't possible have imagine. It was like the brute punch of fate and the cruel laughter of reality transformed me. At first I cried, I cried in bitter silence unable to make a noise, to stop the tears that feel or ran down my skin, and unable to even whipped them off. However something deep within my core, something very deep in myself, in my soul, spirit and heart, something was beginning to grow. It was like a burning fire, growing and growing until it engulfed every inch of my body. I came to realize what it was. Rage, anger, wrath, hatred, sorrow and the hunger and thirst for vengeance.