You woke with a groan. Every part of you hurt and you hadn't even tried to move yet. The area around you had fallen silent. No dinosaurs growling or people screaming. Chompy hadn't been gone for long though if the lack of birds in the area was any indication. That's when you realized you also weren't hearing chatter in your earpiece. You reached up to find it still in place, but completely dead.

Further inspection revealed that your camera and handheld were dead as well. Your phone was missing and the wrist monitor that recorded your vitals, amongst other things, was shattered. Shit. How hard had you hit the damn tree?

You eased yourself into a sitting position and pain flared through your back. It didn't surprise you as it had born the bulk of the impact. You used the tree to help you get to your feet. As soon as you put weight on your right leg, you screamed and collapsed back to the dirt. The edges of your vision went black and you sucked in a breath. Son of a bitch.

You pulled the tear in your pants open to see the leg within. Apparently Chompy had lived up to her name. The leg was in bad shape though it was impossible for you to judge just how severe the damage was. You tightened the strap on your thigh holster so it would act like a tourniquet. You looked around and found a large stick that you could use to help support your weight. Once again you got to your feet but this time you managed to remain upright with the help of the makeshift walking stick.

You needed help or at the very least a way to let someone know you were alive. With the Indominus on the loose, they would evacuate the island and you sure as hell didn't want to stay behind to hang with the dinosaurs. Your thoughts briefly turned to Owen but you quickly brought them back on topic. If you were going to survive, you would need all your wits about you. You could worry about him later.

Finding one of the vehicles gone and the other trashed did nothing to help your mood. That meant you were going to have to walk or whatever version of it you could accomplish with your leg fucked up. You turned in a slow circle to get your bearings which didn't take you long. There were several directions you could go to find help but the visitor's center for the old park was closest.

There wouldn't be anyone there obviously, but you'd stashed a storage locker there ages ago with supplies and medical equipment. It also held a spare radio. You had never appreciated your tendency to be overprepared more. You clenched your teeth and used your walking stick to pull you forward. What you wouldn't give for a heavy dose of painkillers right now.

***

By the time the visitor's center appeared on the horizon, tears were flowing freely down your face. You were in agony and wanted nothing more than to just sit on the ground and wait for someone to find you. Or a dinosaur to eat you. You weren't sure you really had a preference at this point.

Fortunately, when you'd stashed the trunk, you'd placed it just inside the door so it could be easily found. As soon as you were inside you lowered yourself to the ground and flung the lid open. You pulled supplies out, piling them beside you. Your dry throat was thrilled with the bottle of water you downed. You placed a second bottle within easy reach then tugged out the heavy med kit and the radio.

It didn't take long for you to determine the radio wasn't going to work. The entire communication system on the island had been upgraded at least twice and you couldn't get the channel you needed on the old handheld. You tossed it aside and shifted your focus to the med kit.

The first thing you dug out was the pain reliever. After swallowing a double dose, you started to take inventory of anything that might help with your leg. Your head and your shoulder were bleeding as well, but you couldn't see either of them to assess the damage. Besides, it was the leg that would kill you if you didn't take care of it.

You grabbed the scissors out of the kit and carefully cut the leg of your pants off. Your lip curled and your stomach flipped. Your makeshift tourniquet had stemmed some of the bleeding, but dark crimson still oozed from two deep lacerations. When you shifted you saw the white flash of bone. Christ.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. You needed to calm down. After another breath you opened your eyes. You needed to pack the wounds, wrap the leg and splint it if you could. You pulled every bit of gauze from the kit but it wasn't nearly enough. Another look through the locker produced nothing that would help but after a moment's thought, you came up with an idea.

First you cut the other leg off your pants so you now wore makeshift shorts. Next, you removed your tactical vest and peeled off your shirt, wincing as the cloth pulled away from the wound on your shoulder. You put the vest back on over your sports bra. You weren't going to win any fashion awards, but you now had enough material to doctor yourself up.

You'd just finished cutting both legs of the pants into strips to use as bandages when the door swung open. You had a gun aimed before you drew your next breath. Only when two kids stepped inside did that aim falter. "What the hell are you doing out here?" you asked and four wide eyes turned in your direction.

***

Owen gaped at the building in front of him in awe. It hadn't even occurred to him that any of the original park still stood. When he thought about it, he had a vague recollection of you mentioning something about it not long after you arrived on the island. That was back when he didn't pay as much attention to you. God, he was an idiot.

He shook his head as he clenched his teeth. He'd been intercepted before he could try to find your body. Claire's nephews were lost somewhere out here with the Indominus. Apparently, they took after their pain in the ass aunt. Claire had tried to come with him but he'd quashed that fast. She and Masrani had gotten enough people killed for one day. So, now he was out here trying to remember every ounce of his training as he tracked the boys. Once, they'd been found he was going back for you. He wasn't leaving to rot on this Island.

Of course, that was assuming there was anything left of you for him to find. "Great. Nice thought process there, Owen. Really helpful," he mumbled to himself as he jogged up the steps. He was having a hard enough time keeping himself together without letting his thoughts turn morbid. Once he entered the building, he gave his eyes a minute to adjust before looking around for any sign of the kids. They couldn't be too far ahead of him at this point.

His gaze fell on a section of bloody floor and he grimaced. Shit, that was a lot of blood. Now, it was even more imperative he find them as quickly as possible. It didn't take him long to search the accessible parts of the building. When he arrived in the garage, he stopped. Two boys were bent over the engine of a jeep hooking up a battery. "You know that's never going to work right?"

The boys jumped in surprise. "Who are you?" the older one asked.

Owen put his hands out to the side to show he meant no harm. "Zach and Gray, right? Name's Owen. Your aunt sent me to find you."

The older boy nodded and went back to working on the engine. The younger one kept his eyes on Owen. "It'll work."

Owen frowned. "What will?"

"The jeep." He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Owen like he was an idiot.

He ran his eyes over both boys but saw no obvious injuries. "Are either of you hurt?"

They both said no as Zach lowered the hood on the jeep. "You should get in," he said and tilted his head toward the jeep.

Owen huffed an annoyed breath. "Listen, kid, that's—" He was cut off by the roar of the engine turning over. "Holy shit." He hurried over to the vehicle. "You can explain how you did that later. For now, get out of my seat."

Zach frowned but climbed into the back with his brother. Owen glanced at the passenger seat and frowned, confused about why they left it empty. He put the jeep in gear only to slam on the brakes when both boys yelled at him to stop. He whipped his head around to stare at them with wide eyes. "What?"

"Wait," Zach insisted. "We're supposed to wait for her."

Now he was really confused. "What the hell are you talking about kid?"

"We've got company!"

Owen snapped toward the voice and tears immediately flooded his eyes. You were alive. He whispered your name, then it registered how you were moving. He jumped out and helped you into the passenger seat. If you were panicking, they needed to get the hell out of there.

"Hold on," you ordered the boys as you grip onto a bar with one hand and a bag you'd brought with you in the other.

Owen sped backward out of the garage and turned the jeep around just as the Indominus let loose a terrifying roar. He floored the accelerator and hoped to God he didn't get everyone killed. You were turned as far as you could get in the seat and Owen left it to you to warn him of any incoming danger.

He hadn't driven very far when you tapped his arm and told him to slow down. He scowled but did as you instructed.

"Listen," you told him.

As he did he heard the distinct sounds of a helicopter and a machine gun. More importantly, he heard the roars of the Indominus moving away from your position. He brought the jeep to a stop and tugged you toward him. His lips crashed into yours. You released a soft sound of protest but soon kissed him back.

He pulled back and cradled your face with his hands. "I thought you were dead."

"Me, too."

"That does not make me feel any better," he chastised.

You gave him a cockeyed grin. "Drive, Grady. I have a plan. Or the vague idea of one at any rate."

He huffed and shifted in his seat so he could resume the drive to the park. "That doesn't make me feel any better either."