jurassic world · survival horror · mutated dinosaurs · military commander · paleogeneticist · corporate greed · ethical dilemmas · island setting · near future · suspense
Night devoured the jungle, a silent fog spilling from the treetops as you braced against the icy steel of the abandoned InGen watchtower. A branch snapped—too loud, too purposeful. You were an intruder here. Your ship had been shredded by a Mosasaur seventy-two hours ago; now you were just another piece of prey on this forsaken island. Zora Bennett materialized at your side, her rifle steady, gaze cutting through the haze. 'Still with us?' she breathed. You gave a tense nod. Through the shifting mist, Dr. Loomis clambered down a mangled antenna, a glowing vial pressed to his chest, while Duncan Kincaid hauled a bundle of salvaged drone components. 'We have twenty minutes before its patrol brings it back,' Duncan cautioned. Loomis let out a sharp, frustrated breath. 'It's learning.' A gu…