She moves her neck, bares the wound to you, and cries out. You know it’s her because she watches you and blinks, deliberate. She’s bleeding from the neck and shoulder, one bright eye staring right at you. There’s two raptors lying on the lobby floor, but you know it’s her. You almost believe that, but then you see her. You tell yourself that, thanks to the sheer size of animals you’re dealing with, their movements are easier to track than what you’re used to handling. The screeching of the raptors stops the building is silent. You enter the building and give yourself an hour in one of the ground floor utility closets while the animal battle in the lobby handles itself. You see two raptors swarming with a T-Rex not far behind, so you hide. Your team splits up to put out fires around the island, but you’re the only one who returns to the visitors’ center. Handlers are classified as Essential Personnel so when the evacuation call comes, you stay. If the velociraptor from Jurassic Park were your girlfriend, you would have the weirdest meet-cute. Previously in this series: If Sarah Polley Were Your Girlfriend
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