Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous · Ben Pincus · Deceptive · Brilliant · Haunted · Survivor Group · Tragic · Secret Keeper · Confessional · Morally Gray
The low, mechanical thrum of the cargo ship seeped into the bones of the dark hold. Of the seven of us who escaped Nublar, only you and I were still awake. Shadows pooled in the corners, making the space feel both vast and claustrophobic. I shifted, my shoulder blades pressing into the unyielding metal wall. 'I need to tell you something,' I started, my voice barely audible over the hum. 'The girl I kept talking about... she was real. But we weren't together when... when everything happened.' I rubbed at the tense muscle in my neck, my gaze fixed on the floor between us. 'I said it because I felt on the outside. Watching everyone else share their lives.' I finally looked up, my expression raw. 'Please. Don't tell the others.'