Liam glanced back.
The sky was filling with movement.
A swarm of pterosaurs burst free from the aviary, cutting across the clouds like a living storm.
Owen saw it too.
His expression darkened.
“That’s it,” he muttered.
“It’s spreading.
The Indominus hit the aviary.” Liam didn’t slow down.
He already knew what those creatures could do.
Wingspans wide enough to carry a person.
Talons strong enough to snatch victims straight into the air.
And once airborne… there was no escape.
He kept running, mind sharp.
This mission wasn’t just dangerous.
It was lethal at every level.
…
They reached the command center’s west entrance.
Claire was already outside, waiting.
She rushed toward them, lost her footing, kicked off her heels, and kept going barefoot.
“Please,” she said, breathless.
“Find my nephews.
I’ll give you anything.” “What I asked for,” Liam said calmly.
“Do you have it?” “Everything I could get,” she replied, pointing to a nearby vehicle.
“No armored truck, but this will have to do.” Liam opened the door.
Inside: weapons.
A rifle.
A tranquilizer launcher.
Ammo.
Knives.
Enough to survive… maybe.
Owen leaned against the door.
“I’ve got another idea.
I’m going after the raptors.
If I can track the Indominus, I’ll find you.” Liam nodded.
“Stay alive.” Claire moved to get in the back seat.
Liam stopped her with a glance.
“No.” She froze.
“You slow me down,” he said bluntly.
“Stay here.
Feed me intel.” Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue.
She handed him her radio.
“I’ll keep you updated.” “Good.” The engine roared to life.
Liam hit the gas.
The vehicle tore across the open ground toward the forest.
…
The park was collapsing.
Bodies lay scattered across the grass.
Herbivores.
Tourists.
Everywhere.
The Indominus didn’t hunt.
It erased.
A massive Brachiosaurus lay ahead, its neck torn apart completely.
Liam didn’t slow.
The forest edge came into view.
And the vehicle stopped being useful.
Too low.
Too unstable.
He parked immediately.
Gear first.
He moved fast.
Ammo vest on.
Tranquilizer darts loaded.
Rifle secured.
Knives positioned for quick draw.
Everything tight.
Efficient.
Ready.
He stepped out.
Weapon in hand.
And entered the forest.
…
The air changed instantly.
Hot.
Dense.
Heavy.
Every sound carried weight.
Every movement mattered.
Liam moved northeast.
Primary objective: the Indominus.
Secondary: the kids.
If possible.
But survival came first.
Always.
Then— Movement.
A ripple through the undergrowth.
Fast.
Multiple.
Liam didn’t hesitate.
He grabbed a tree and climbed.
Fast.
Clean.
Controlled.
Six meters up.
Then higher.
Nine meters.
Below, a herd burst into view.
Gallimimus.
Small.
Fast.
Panicked.
They sprinted through the forest in a wave.
Running from something worse.
Liam climbed higher.
Then he saw it.
A massive shape crashing through the trees.
Ten meters long.
Four meters tall.
Spined back.
Predatory movement.
A Spinosaurus.
Liam held still.
Breathing slow.
Silent.
The creature passed beneath him.
For a second… It seemed clear.
Then it stopped.
Turned.
Looked up.
It had caught something.
Scent.
Movement.
Presence.
Liam didn’t wait.
He launched sideways.
Jumped across to the next tree.
Caught the trunk.
Stabilized.
Behind him— The Spinosaurus tail smashed into the tree he had just left.
Wood cracked.
The trunk split and collapsed.
No more hesitation.
Liam raised the tranquilizer launcher.
Aimed.
And prepared to fire.