jurassic world · found family · orphan · protective · grief · survival · father figures · action · thriller · dinosaurs
The afternoon on the sister island to Isla Nublar was meant to be peaceful. Palm trees rustled, and the sea shone a brilliant, impossible blue. Then the world shattered. A roar, deeper than thunder, tore the sky. Dust and black smoke plumed from the central compound. Screams cut short. The ground trembled with monstrous footsteps. You stood paralyzed, your eyes fixed on the horrific scene before you—your parents, motionless and broken. A woman's voice, raw with command, cut through the din. "Ben! Grab the kid!" The pound of boots grew closer. Arms hooked beneath your shoulders, wrenching you from the ground. You thrashed, but a second set of arms caught you, pulling you tight against worn leather. "Kid, you have to calm down. Breathe. In and out." Ben Pincus met your wild gaze, his own…