This Story is a revision of Awake and Alive by Wolfdragon1 who I've had permission from to make this story, all characters, except Tyler are his. I own nothing except my OC Tyler.

Awake and Alive Ch 1:

Life in Hell

Running, that's all I could think about at the moment. Running, it might seem tiring to you but I have been doing this for a while now. It's one of the most important things to do when surviving on this god forsaken island.

I looked to my left to see my best friend Tyler ducking under a log before rolling to his feet and continuing to run alongside me. He is likely one of if not the only thing that has kept me sane throughout this whole ordeal.

My name is Rick Stanton and me and my friend Tyler have been stuck here for a month and you might think that, me, a seventeen year old and Tyler a nineteen year old, living on this island would freak out pretty fast. However I actually read enough survival stories to know what to do and Tyler has always been used to being on his own and was an avid hunter. You just don't know when something gonna pop out and in this jungle, it happens a lot around here thank god for horror movies they made me pay attention to my surroundings. Sometimes I wonder when help or rescue will arrive. Hell, I'll take a shrimp or clam boat at this point.

When we first got to this as a result of a boating incident we had a nagging suspicion about where we had landed. It had been raining from the storm that had caused our boat to sink, then again it probably wasn't a good idea to go on a boating trip with the Tyler and his father Dan and plot a course so close to this particular island. We had struggled ashore after the boat had sunk and soon blacked out we awoke the next day and scoured the beach for anything that could have washed ashore. We found a few things namely Tyler's Bear Archery Brave 3 bow set that he had used to shoot fish near the boat, a few flares, and Dan. Dan had drowned at sea and had been washed up on the beach Tyler… had been quite for a long time as we buried him and awhile after.

After burying Dan we had started to head inland to find a spot to make camp it didn't take us long to discover that we were indeed on the island we feared we were on. That first night we slept high in the trees.

The next day we found the bunker that was now our home. I had found an old military radio in our hideout. Of course, as everything else here it is old and busted. I've been looking for the parts, but no such luck. The building happens to be a security outpost. The only entrance is the garage and front door, thankfully Tyler had reinforced the garage door so nothing big could break in. We lucked out and found a solar power and water generator. Do you know how much power is stored from years of unused solar power? A lot. The water generator comes from a stream running below the building; luckily the stream is small enough to not let big things like compys though, but enough for fish to pass though.

We had found a lot of useful stuff in the bunker as well like some weapons such as tranquilizer guns and a knife. But the most important thing I found is a modern long lasting bow and a lot of arrows that I shared with Tyler. Some people think that guns are better, but let me ask you something. If you go for one use tranq bullets or reusable arrows then which one would you use? Plus as Tyler had pointed out when I thought of using a sniper rifle with bullets we had found that guns make a lot of noise and bows are relatively silent. So we use it for defense of the bunker although with all the traps we have set up it doesn't come into play much.

Back to me, I was running from some triceratops that looked like normal ones you would expect to see. I would be jumping and ducking the trees and roots in the path, but these guys were plowing through like it was nothing, thank-god Tyler and me had gotten really good at parkour. We had to reach the area where the outpost was in order to be safe from these things. There is another smaller bunker looking building nearby that will take us there without going through open plains; which is dangerous. You don't want another dinosaur chasing you now do you?

Rick jump over a fallen tree to end up at the bottom of a small embankment. He found a small crevice on the side of the embankment to hide for a moment. Tyler quickly joined him and they waited. The thundering hoof beats of the triceratops passed over them. Rick looked out of their hiding place to see the triceratops continue on into the dense jungle.

They came out and stayed couched to listen to the area. Rick closed his eyes to listen carefully. If there was one thing that all of this island life had taught him and Tyler is 'Be aware of your surroundings…or else'. He slowly took the bow on his back and an arrow. He notched it silently and waited. He soon heard some scampering on his left. He pulled the arrow back and readied to fire it. The scampering came closer and closer. 'That's close enough.' He opened his eyes and aimed to the left to see some leaves moving, although they weren't making a sound, it was obvious that something was there. He let go of the arrow and it went away silently though the air. It went into the bushes and out came a cry of pain. He knew he struck gold.

He went over to find a regular size compy with an arrow though it's midsection. "Nice shot." Tyler told him as he pulled the arrow out and picked up the compy. The two then ran all the way to the bunker quickly with their weapons on their backs and a bleeding compy. They had to cover up the smell fast, otherwise the most dangerous thing on the island would be there in a heartbeat, and no, it is not the T-rex. It is the god dam raptors that are biggest problem here. They are able to track a smell of blood from a long ways away and could you say SMART; Rick had some hunter's smell masker near the building to hide the smell so they had to make it there quickly.

They came though the last thicket of forest and emerged in front of a gray bunker that he had been looking for. He put the compy near the door and then looked around for an emergency box that Rick had filled with some scent masker. Finding it, Rick pulled out a powder filled can and started to spread around the area of the clearing of the bunker. If they were lucky then any predator would pass by without a thought. He finished up with a bit more placed around the edges and the door to make sure.

They then took the underground tunnel to the outpost to finally cook the thing. They had eaten raw meat from fresh kills before they had found a working stove. Rick couldn't wait to savior the taste of the fresh meat. After a few days on the island, he turned from a city kid to an island survivor. If someone told him that he couldn't survive on an island for a week, he would laugh his ass off at this. 'A week, try a month.'

He came upon the underground door to the outpost and felt relief at this. The two had been out on the jungle for two days and couldn't wait for some sleep on their beds. He opened the door to find himself in the maintenance tunnel. There are three outgoing tunnels, but only one is unblocked from cave-ins. He went upstairs to end up in the lobby. The only place he needs to be is upstairs. He went up the spiral staircase followed by Tyler to their home. He emerged to the living room to find that his IPod is still playing 'Crawling Back to You' by Daughtry. 'I can't believe that I left that on.' Although it was at a low setting, it was dangerous to leave it like that. He certainly didn't want any dinos snooping around here. The IPod had luckily survived the boat incident and it helped their mentality immensely being able to listen to music.

Rick quickly turned it off and went to kitchen to cook up some compy while Tyler went off to check the booby-traps. Good thing they now had something fresh, five day old meat is bad, even with a freezer. He put down the compy on the cutting board to start slicing the good parts; everything else goes in the incinerator. All those years of cutting chicken with his dad paid off to get some food in his stomach. Once he finished with cutting them apart, he sliced in some places on the meat to make a small crevice. He then took some salt to marinate it overnight. Once he finishes that he placed them all in the fridge in a large bowl. He would cook them tomorrow. Now, he had to eat leftovers.

After he and Tyler, who had returned from checking the traps, finished eating Rick let out a big burp that went unexcused, after all who cares about table manners on this island? Rick took off the tactical vest he had found in the armory and often wore. He then took off his tactical pants to be in his 'inside clothes' as he called it; a half pants and light shirt. He placed them both on the table and went to sleep on his makeshift bed he made out of good ones he found Tyler quickly doing the same before going to what he licked to call "The Nest" which was a small balcony area that was adjacent to Rick's room. The balcony had a roof and large windows that Tyler had set camouflage netting in front of to obscure any predator's sight of the rooms' occupants. Rick settled in for a decent night's sleep as the moon rose to signal it nighttime. He started to wonder what else this island has in store for him. It had been a month of living hell, but this is how humans use to live way back when so he's not that worried.

:POV CHANGE:

The Velociraptor pack was running toward whatever made that bloodied smell. Whatever it was, it smells fresh and possibly good to eat. They came upon a clearing that had the building the humans made. How they hated the humans. They had trapped them and tortured them for a long time. Now they were free, but still the human signs of living there once where still there. The pack sniffed to find the trail, but it disappeared. They all started to split up to find out where the smell is, leaving one in the clearing. The remaining raptor came upon some white powder and took a whiff. When the powder hit its nostrils it itched so much that the raptor sneezed it out again and again. When it was gone the raptor found that the sneezing powder ran in a circle around the building. There was even a bit around the entrance.

Unlike the others in its pack, this one raptor was a bit special. It found human life to be fascinating. The raptor would collect human items such as their clothing and personal items they carried from the mainland, although it didn't know about the mainland. It turned its head to enter the door, which was slightly open but still had a bar across it. The raptor knew enough of human buildings to know how to open them and even unlock and lock too.

When it was about to pull the bar it heard a raptor call, three cries that meant trouble. It turned to the direction of the call and ran though the canopy forest quickly to get there. While it was jumping and sometimes sliding though trees, it heard more cries that came from the pack. Apparently they were trying to help too. The cries kept getting smaller in time until there was none left. The raptor stooped when a loud roar that shook the area and left the raptor unsteady came. The raptor knew this roar. It was the victorious roar of the T-rex, as the humans called it, which signaled they won.

Realization set in on the lone raptor. It ran through the forest to end up in the clearing where the battle had taken place. It stopped short of running into the clearing and couched down in the heavy grass area. It found it's brethren on the ground dead and not one, but three T-rex. Apparently one of its pack members had made a mistake and ran into the family. The T-rex looked around for a bit, savoring their victory then went into the forest. The raptor emerged into the clearing to find that every raptor in the pack was killed. Now that its pack was dead the raptor realized that without a good number of pack mates it couldn't defend its territory, it was probably already taken by now. The raptor starts to walk back toward where the human building was hoping to find whatever made the blood scent in order to find a meal before moving on.

The raptor came upon the bunker again and ran straight for the door. It took the bar on the inside by using its front claw. The raptor lifted the bar until it slide back to fall off. Once the bar was off it opened the door to hear a heavy creek as it opened. It started to walk down the hallway, its killing claw clicking against the floor every time it took a step.

It soon came upon the building interior lobby. It started to sniff around and found that the smell is coming from upstairs. It took one step forward before hearing a high pitched whining sound coming from its right. It turned its head toward the sound and found, what the humans called rope, running though something. The raptor was then lifted up in the air in a large net with its body placed in an upward curve. The raptor tried to use its claws to cut the net, but it was too tough. It quickly gave up and just hanged there. Suddenly it heard the sound of footfalls, two sets to be exact. First it was thumps then clacks and it hit the stairs. It turned its head to see two humans one carrying a bow and the other a rifle at the ready coming down the stairs.

Tyler and Rick walked calmly down the stairs after hearing one of their traps go off. They were surprised to find they had caught a raptor in the net. They stopped halfway and Rick lowered his bow before leaning against the rail with a smirk on his face. The raptor turned its head toward him and gave a raptor hiss. Then it just proceeded to stare at him. The smirk on his face grew bigger until he proclaimed "Well we caught us a big one."

Well that's Chapter 1, hope you all enjoyed the revision. Please don't forget to submit a review and till next time stay frosty.