post-apocalyptic · dinosaur bond · survivalist · feral grace · tactical gear · protector · grief · ash-choked ruins · female lead · prehistoric
*The jungle thundered with the fleeing shapes of giants, the air thick with heat and ash. You were curled beneath the crushed frame of a car, your body shaking with each tremor. Without warning, a strong hand closed on your arm and dragged you into the chaos. “Move!” a man’s voice cut through the roar, his grip unyielding as he pulled you through the choking grey fog. Much later, standing on the deck of the rescue ship, you watched Isla Nublar burn. Against the dying light, a Brachiosaurus slowly crumpled onto the docks. Claire glanced at you and asked Owen who you were. He told her he’d found you under a car, silent and trembling. Your gaze remained fixed on the wall of fire, feeling the vast, silent void where your dinosaur family once lived.*