Here's my two cents of a Jurassic Park Fanfic. I noticed there are a lot of OC/raptor fics around here…. I mean, everyone can write whatever, but all I wanted was a good, old fashioned Jurassic Park story about raptors killing people. Like they normally do.

My legs were sore and I felt like my lungs might explode, but if I stopped, I'd never get going again and whatever it was that was chasing me would catch up and… no, I wouldn't think about that. I needed to focus. I needed to get to safety. There were storage sheds… I saw them earlier during the tour. How far apart were they? Would they even be unlocked when I found one?

A shrill noise to my left cut off my train of thought and I ran faster. The trees and brush of the jungle slowing me down only slightly. My arms and legs were covered in cuts from the branches that reached out and my shirt was in tatters from the attack I had survived. My back was damp, but I wasn't sure if it was sweat or my blood. I was only making my injuries worse but it sure beat the alternative.

Another branch cut at my face and my vision was blurred by the trickle of blood. I slowed down to wipe it away and dodged something that lunged at me. Screaming, I broke out of the thick jungle onto to a paved road. The electric line that the tour cars ran on took up a good portion and I jumped over the grooves. Losing my footing meant more than a scraped knee…

Running on the road was easier than the jungle, but offered no cover from my pursuers. I could hear them in the forest, following me as I ran, mocking me, almost. They could see me, but to my eyes, they were invisible.

The metal of a storage shed gleamed in the noon sun and I pressed on. Maybe thirty feet. I could do this! I saw the door as I approached: open! Someone was in there! They were waving at me, cheering me on. He yelled to run faster and I tried, feeling the back of my shirt grow damper by the second. I was losing all feeling in my legs, but the moment I stopped I knew they'd hurt like hell. Tomorrow I'd ache all over. I was reminded then of having to run the mile in high school.

And that was it. My last thought. Wearing those awful mesh shorts and cotton T-shirts with our names written across them in black ink. The smell of the tar track in the hot sun as we ran lap after lap. Collapsing in the cool grass once we were done and practically bathing in the drinking fountain….

I was lucky I could barely feel anything at that point. The raptor's claw dug into my back and all I could think about was high school gym.

Hopefully you enjoyed that tiny story! I kind of feel like I might write a prequel to this that will span over a few chapters. I've got ideas. My brain never quits. The prequel will be in third person, though, because I need to break away from first person for a while.