The next morning was a rush. I knew we needed to get back to the Visitor Centre as soon as possible. I didn't know if Ellie or Alan or if anyone had made it but I had to have faith. There had to be someone left.

I re-bandaged Ian's leg yet again as carefully as I could. I didn't want to cause any extra pain for him if I didn't have to.

I walked over to the pack that I'd made from the spare things in the car last night. I picked up the almost full water bottle and moved back to Ian.

Unscrewing the cap, I got his attention and passed him the bottle. He smiled at me before taking it and drinking a little less then half.

"Hey, hey! That's all the water we have, you know!" I snatched the bottle back and took a small swig before putting the lid back on and glaring at Ian.

"We'll, uh, be fine," he smiled grimly, probably thinking about the huge trek we now had to make. I just hoped nothing found us on the way. That would be extremely unhelpful given our current circumstances.

I held the water bottle with one hand and helped Ian up with the other. He stumbled into me for a moment before righting himself with a grunt.

"You okay?" I asked, hand steady on his chest.

"Yeah. I'm, uh, fine..." he replied slowly.

Ian put an experimental foot down and almost immediately pulled it back up again.

I looked on in concern. I wasn't sure if Ian's leg would be permanently damaged if we didn't get medical help for him soon. It's not something I'd like to think about but it was still on the cards if we didn't do something as soon as possible.

I bit my lip and move forward to open the door, clearing the things away that I had placed there the night before. Then I moved back to Ian and I let him put his arm around my shoulder for support.

"We'll be alright," I whispered to myself as the two of us walked out into the morning light.

And so we began our slow trek to (hopefully) safety. We had to stop quite a few times as Ian's leg had only gotten worse overnight. I feared it might be infected. The cut on my forehead stung every so often but I assumed that was from the sweat dripping down my face.

We walked for hours. I hoped we had walked a fair amount of distance and that it wouldn't be long before we found someone, anyone really.

Ian was getting slower and slower the more we walked and I found myself having to half drag him along. He was losing energy fast and the strain from having to help him was taking it's toll on me as well.

Eventually though, we came upon our first hope for safety. It was a station of some kind. We walked up the steps and Ian moved away from me to lean against the wall.

I tried the handle but to no surprise it was locked. I frowned and looked around for any other alternatives.

I saw a rock in the garden and I all but ran to it and picked it up. I figured that with John being rich and all, he would be okay with fixing one window.

I hurled the rock at the window in the middle of the door and watched as the glass shattered everywhere. To my relief, no alarms went off. We didn't need the T-Rex to find us after we'd taken so much effort to stay hidden.

I broke the remaining shards and put my arm through the hole, finding the door handle and opening it.

I pulled my hand back through and pushed the door open. I grinned over at Ian who was smiling at me already.

I helped him inside and found a chair to sit him in. He groaned appreciatively as soon as the pressure was off his wounded leg.

"I figure we can rest here for a little. Maybe try the phones?" I suggested, standing at the main desk.

"Sounds, uh, good," he said, gritting his teeth.

I looked under the desk and in the draws for any medical kits that might have clean bandages and maybe some painkillers.

"Success!" I exclaimed, shooting back upright and startling Ian.

"What? Are the, uh, the phones working?" He asked, somewhat hopefully.

"I'm not sure. I haven't checked yet but I found a med kit."

Ian's face visibly relaxed after seeing the red cross on the box.

I walked over to him and opened it, eyes widening at the supplies.

I took out the clean bandages and cream.

"Christmas has come early," I laughed, undoing the dirty bandages around Ian's leg. Ian chuckled painfully and looked down at the wound.

It was inflamed, hot to the touch and pus was leaking from it.

"It's infected..." I trailed off, defeated.

Ian said nothing and just passed me the bandages and cream, which I applied generously.

Next, I gave him some antibiotics that I had found buried in the bottom of the box. He drank the last of the water with them and sighed.

I sat there for a few more minutes before getting up again to check the phones. No luck.

"They aren't working."

Every time I was filled with even a little bit of hope, something had to come along and ruin it.

I refilled the bottle after a few more minutes of rest and found a map in one of the desk drawers.

I spread it out over the table where Ian was sitting and we worked out where we were. We then found the emergency bunker, where we assumed everyone else would have gone.

In a stroke of luck, about five minutes after we started moving again, we found a gas powered jeep that still had some fuel in it.

I sat Ian inside on the passengers side and ran around to the drivers side.

I quickly searched the car for the keys. I found them in the backseat and as I reached for them, I noticed the red stains on Ian's bandages.

I didn't have time to check it though because I heard a loud roaring somewhere close by.

I whipped around, keys in hand and all but shoved them into the hole. I started the car and quickly reversed, using the back of Ian's chair as an armrest.

I followed the road for a good twenty minutes before the Visitor Centre came into view.

I knew the bunker was located on the other side of the compound so I drove around and parked the car. I rushed to help Ian out and I helped him hop over to the door.

I knocked, fully knowing that it would be locked. We waited for a few moments before the door whipped open and we were pulled inside.

Immediately a pair of arms were around my waist and I gripped the person back. I automatically knew it was Ellie because of her blonde hair and perfume that seemed to cling to her at all times.

"Lyanna!" She was sobbing. There were tears in my eyes as well but when I opened them, I didn't see Alan or the kids.

"Where's my uncle?" I asked, panic swelling in my gut.

"We don't know," Ellie said with another sob.

I pulled back and turned to look at Ian, who looked like he was about to fall over.

I raced over to him and helped him down and over to a desk that was in the middle of the room. Lockers were located around the walls and there were almost no lights.

Ian lay down and sighed in relief.

"Do you have any morphine?" I pleaded. John nodded and looked at Ellie, who was bringing over an expensive looking box.

She administered him a dose and the effects started soon after, much to Ian's and I's relief.

I sat next to him and watched as Muldoon, Ellie and John paced.

"What's happening?"

"Ray's gone to get the power back on," Ellie replied.

"Did someone go with him?" I asked, raising my head from the table.

"No."

"Oh."

Ellie paced back and forth a few more times until she decided that she had had enough waiting.

"Something's wrong. I'm going to go get the power back on," she said, stopping her consistent pacing to stand before the four of us.

"You can't just stroll down the road, you know?" Muldoon glanced at her before walking around us and opening one of the lockers.

"I'm going too," I spoke up, ignoring the look that Ian gave me.

"No," he said plainly.

"Yes. You are not my father. I want to help and I will," I replied defiantly. Ellie looked at me with concern but I brushed it off. I would be fine.

While Muldoon set up a gun and Ellie talked to John about who should go, I walked over to a rack of walkie talkies and picked two up.

I switched them on channel two and handed one to John.

"Lyanna... please," Ian begged, looking over at me.

"I can't not do something," I replied, clutching the radio tighter and looking at my two companions.

They nodded, Ellie much more hesitantly than Muldoon.

"This isn't going to be as easy as switching on a light but I think I can talk you through it," John clutched his radio. I looked at Ian who was trying not to show any emotion. We locked eyes and I could see that he really did not want me going but, to be fair, we'd only known each other for a day and a half so he didn't have any right to forbid me from going.

I felt Ian's eyes on me as the three of us left the bunker. The light was piercing compared to the dim shadow-like darkness of the bunker.

Muldoon, Ellie and I walked quickly but quietly through the park. Gravel crunched under our shoes.

As we walked along the turnoff for the Velociraptor fence, something felt off. I couldn't quite place it but something was definitely wrong. The birds weren't singing and the trees were silent, the only sound being the whispering of the leaves in the wind.

That's when I saw it. The others hadn't noticed yet. The Velociraptor fence was broken, marks chewed into wires.

"G-g-guys?" I stuttered, stopping in my tracks. They turned to look at me.

"What?" Ellie asked, nervousness in her tone.

I said nothing. Instead, I gestured to the fence. Both of them followed my gaze and Ellie gulped.

Muldoon, as usual, showed nothing but professionalism in the way that he stalked forward. He knelt to the ground and I hurried over to see what he had found, heart still beating rapidly.

Pairs of raptor feet were trekked into the dirt. They ran off into the forest and I felt a cold sweat start to form on my skin.

"The shutdown..." I trailed off.

"Even Nedry knew not to mess with the Raptor pen. Damnit," Muldoon muttered, obviously thinking along the same track as me. The shutdown must have turned off all of the fences. Including the Velociraptor pen's.

We moved forward, this time much more cautiously. Who knew where the deadly creatures were. They could be anywhere...

We turned off onto the dirt track that led to the maintenance shed. Now we were completely surrounded by trees, shrubs and bushes.

I could see the gate just up ahead and I felt relief in my gut at the sight of it. Maybe Ray, the IT worker that I'd never met was okay after all.

We stalked forward, Muldoon in front with his gun held up.

We stopped next to a fallen palm tree and Muldoon kept looking around.

"I can see the shed from here," Ellie whispered, hair a mess.

"We can make it if we run," she added hopefully. She did realise that Velociraptor's were nearby, didn't she?

"No. We couldn't even if we tried," Muldoon replied. His stern gaze was fixed on a point in the nearby bushes.

"Why not?" Ellie asked stupidly.

"Because we're being hunted..." sweat was covering his brow now, large beads of it trickling down his face.

Ellie gasped loudly and I slowly turned to see where Muldoon was looking.

In the distance I could see her. Carefully hidden so that she was almost completely blocked from view by the flora around her, save her head, which was unmoving in a small hole made from the leaves on the man-sized trees she was hiding behind.

"It's okay. I got her," Muldoon cocked his gun, moving one step forward.

"Run," he said quietly. Neither Ellie or I moved a muscle. I didn't want to leave Robert here. He could be killed.

"Run!" This time he hissed it loudly, causing the two of us to move. Ellie ran into the fallen tree but I hopped over it gracefully.

My heart was beating like a jackhammer, jumping up into my throat and spreading panic throughout my body. Adrenaline flooded my system.

Ellie was right beside me and I slowed just enough to let her through the gate before me so that I could slam it shut behind us.

Ellie and I continued sprinting over the freshly mown grass inside the maintenance shed fences until we reached the doors. As soon as we were through, we closed the door, cloaking ourselves in absolute darkness.

Updated on the 2nd of December, 2015.