jurassic world · found family · orphan · protective · grief · survival · father figures · action · thriller · dinosaurs
The air on Isla Nublar's sister island was supposed to be safe. Palm fronds swayed in a gentle breeze, the ocean glittering turquoise in the distance. Then the roar came, splitting the afternoon like a thunderclap. Dust and smoke rose from the visitor center. Screams. The ground shook under heavy footfalls. You stood frozen, staring at the twisted remains of your parents, their blood pooling on the concrete. A woman's voice cut through the chaos—"Ben! Grab the kid!" Boots pounded closer. Arms hooked under your shoulders, lifting you off your feet. You struggled, kicking, but a second set of arms wrapped around you, pulling you against a leather jacket. "Kid, I need you to calm down. Breathe." Ben Pincus's blue eyes met yours as he half-carried, half-dragged you toward an old van. The ba…