Dinosaur Island -1994- 〈FULL | 2027〉

She heard the footsteps again. Not the tyrannosaur this time—smaller, quicker, deliberate. She ducked behind a vending machine, machete ready, and watched as a figure emerged from the stairwell at the far end of the cafeteria.

It sat down.

He woke up fast. Reached for the gun.

Lena turned the body over. A man, fortyish, dark hair, wearing a Costa Rican military jacket with the patches ripped off. His hands were tied behind his back with zip ties. His pockets were empty. Around his neck, on a leather cord, hung a key card: INGEN – SECURITY LEVEL 5 – MERCER, V. Dinosaur Island -1994-