He woke up fast. Reached for the gun.
“Dr. Iris Kellerman. Chief geneticist, Ingen Site 7.” The woman lowered the crossbow—not all the way, but enough. “And I’m the reason your father is dead.” Dinosaur Island -1994-
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. He woke up fast
The woman’s eyes widened. “You’re Martin’s daughter.” Dinosaur Island -1994-