I felt glued to the spot, rain pouring down around me. I felt cold. I felt wet. I felt... numb.

"Lyanna!" I heard Alan yell. I didn't react. I couldn't move.

"Lyanna!" I heard Lex shriek. That's what got me moving. That's what he died for, right? To save the snobby children. I couldn't let him die for nothing. Those kids were going to live.

I stood up and flinched when I saw the Rex feeding.

I ran over to where Alan was. He was tugging on Lex's body, trying to get her free. He was having trouble though because the mud covering her body was slippery and he couldn't get a good grip.

"Tim, honey? I'm going to help Alan get your sister out then we're going to get you, okay?" I asked, peering under the car to look at him.

"I'm stuck," he said.

"Just a minute. We'll help you in a moment," I replied.

Lex started screaming and I whipped over to see what was happening although I had a feeling that I already knew.

The Rex was standing in front of us, it's right foot making a squelching sound as it sunk into the mud.

Alan covered her mouth and leant them both against the car.

"Don't move. It can't see us if we don't move," he whispered to her in her ear. I could hear her laboured breathing and I worried that the enormous creature would be able to hear the terrified girl.

It moved its head forward and sniffed, blowing Alan's hat off in the process.

Then, it started moving the car. The vehicle turned in a circle, knocking us out of our positions.

I continued to follow the car around before I felt a large mouth nudge me. I fell over against the small cement ledge that held the fence in place and I felt a jarring pain on my forehead.

I shrieked and raised my hand to my head. I pulled it back to see blood. My vision started going blurry and one of the last things I saw was Alan and Lex being pushed over the edge and the car that Tim was stuck in make a grinding sound as it also fell over the side.

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The first thing that I could register was an aching, stabbing pain that felt like it was coming from my forehead. I gasped and whined, the pain taking me by surprise.

I opened my eyes and momentarily freaked when yellow and red spots speckled my vision.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting my sight adjust and the pain subside slightly before trying to move.

I opened my eyes again, gritted my teeth and sat up. A new wave of pain rushed through me but I continued to sit up.

I stopped. It was quiet. Too quiet. The rain had stopped and there was no noise save the wind in the trees. Not even the insects were making chatter amongst themselves. At least that meant the T-Rex was gone. That was good, I supposed.

I had no idea how long I'd been lying there. Possibly minutes - maybe hours. I wasn't sure. I couldn't be.

It all came flooding back to me. The power shutting down, the Rex getting out, the kids being attacked, Ian. Wait, Ian!

I gasped and sat up quickly, wincing at the pain but looking over at the destruction that was once a restroom. I felt tears well up in my eyes and before I knew it, I was stumbling over to the rubble, pain riddling my every step.

"Ian?" I cried out, looking for him with the naive hope that he might still be alive.

There was blood near the base of the platform and I felt a wave of nausea roll over me thinking about Gennaro. I may have disliked him but I didn't want him to die.

I moved a few pieces of cement and I felt the tears well up again.

I then moved a few pieces of the thatched roof and I saw him. I hitched my breath when I saw how pale he was.

I fell to my knees and put my hands on his chest.

"Oh no! No, no, no!" I cried.

I looked down at the rest of his body. There seemed to be minimal injury that I could see. I moved another piece of the thatched roof and gasped.

Tied around his leg was a makeshift tourniquet. His body couldn't do that by itself and I doubted anyone had been around just after the Rex attack.

I snapped my head back up. Did his chest just move?

I put my ear to the right side of his chest and listened quietly, glad of the terrified silence of the nocturnal insects for the moment.

There was a very vague and very faint heartbeat. I almost laughed with relief.

Suddenly his dark brown irises were looking down at me.

"Uh, usually I wouldn't mind you touching me but, uh, that kind of hurts a little," I heard his voice say. It was filled with the obvious trace of pain. I could see he regretted asking me to let go of him straight away.

"But, uh, don't let that stop you," he smiled and winced after trying to sit up. I was so glad he was alive.

I looked into his eyes for a moment. His brown eyes were flicking around my face, assessing the wound on my head.

"Ian," I whispered before crashing my lips to his.

He seemed startled at first, almost pulling away but then his lips were moving back against mine, slowly and languidly.

I pulled away in what felt like hours but was realistically only a minute or two.

"Oh. I'm so sorry," I giggled nervously, cheeks going crimson.

"Do you, uh, do you see me complaining?" He asked, smirking innocently and raising his hand to my cheek, rubbing it slightly. I nudged my cheek into his palm.

"I'm so glad you're alive," I whispered, pulling away and grabbing both of his cheeks.

"I'm Ian Malcolm. I can't be killed," he chuckled slightly.

"I hope so because the nightmare has only just begun," I said, looking over to the broken fence.

"And we're in the middle of it," I ended, shuddering.

Updated on 27th of October, 2015.