Visitor Center Camera 12
A shadow crosses the empty hall, and the camera records what the human eye should never witness.
The tape crackled alive with a distorted burst of static. When the feed stabilized, the screen showed the Visitor Center lobby, drenched in darkness except for emergency lights glowing faint red. Rain hammered the large skylight above.
The timestamp blinked:
01:12:47
Indy squinted. “Look at the moisture on the lens. The building wasn’t sealed at all.”
Lara replied quietly. “Something forced the doors open.”
On screen, two security officers jogged into view, boots splashing through puddles tracking across the lobby floor. Their badges read:
TORRES
JENNINGS
Torres panted, “Camera Twelve flagged motion. But no staff checked in.”
Jennings swept his flashlight across toppled chairs. “Half the building looks ransacked. Power’s dropping too.” He tapped his radio. “Control, we’re checking the main hall.”
Static replied.
“Great.” Jennings muttered. “System’s fried.”
Thunder cracked overhead, shaking the skylight. A shape moved along the mezzanine level. Fast. Silent.
Torres swung his light up. “Did you see that?”
Jennings steadied his breath. “Probably a bird.”
Torres pointed at the upper railing. “A bird didn’t make that.”
Deep claw marks gouged the metal.
Indy whispered, “That’s not from a raptor.”
Lara’s voice tightened. “Look at the spacing. That’s a Dilophosaurus.”
On the tape, Torres stepped backward. “Jennings. This species is only supposed to be in containment.”
A soft rattling echoed from the mezzanine. A clicking sound. Rhythmic. Almost curious.
Jennings whispered, “What is that?”
“It’s calling,” Torres said. “Dilophosaurs use vocalization to track prey.”
Something dripped onto the lens. A dark liquid smeared across the picture. Lightning flashed through the skylight, illuminating—
A silhouette perched on the railing.
Slender body. Frilled neck partially flared. Rows of serrated teeth glistening in the light.
Jennings stumbled. “No. No… they don’t climb.”
Torres swallowed. “They do if they’re hungry.”
The creature hissed, a sound so sharp it made the microphone crackle.
Jennings raised his radio again. “Control, we need backup at Camera Twelve! Now!”
Static.
The Dilophosaurus crawled down the railing, movements smooth and unnervingly quiet, frill tightening as if preparing to strike.
Jennings whispered, “Torres. Don’t move.”
Torres’s voice trembled. “It… it sees us.”
The creature eased closer, eyes reflecting red emergency lights, saliva stretching in thin strands from its jaws.
Torres backed up a step—
The Dilophosaurus unleashed a shriek and leapt.
Jennings fired his taser. The darts hit, sparking across glossy scales. The creature convulsed, then recovered instantly, its frill expanding in a violent bloom.
Jennings screamed, “Run!”
They sprinted across the lobby. The dinosaur bounded behind them, its claws clattering against marble.
Jennings dove behind a desk. Torres reached the exit door—only for the Dilophosaurus to spit a stream of black venom.
It struck Torres’s face.
He screamed, collapsing, hands clawing at his eyes as he writhed in agony.
“Torres!” Jennings yelled.
The Dilophosaurus pounced, tearing into Torres with savage precision. Flesh, bone, blood— a blur beneath thrashing claws.
Jennings froze, horror paralyzing him as Torres’s scream cut to silence.
The creature turned its head toward him. Slowly. Methodically.
Jennings whispered shakily, “Easy… easy…”
The Dilophosaurus advanced. Frill open. Drool stretching. Tail slicing the air.
Jennings bolted toward the hallway.
He made it three steps.
The creature struck from behind, jaws clamping around his shoulder. He hit the ground hard, screaming as he was dragged back across the floor, fingernails scraping uselessly against the tile.
The feed trembled, camera shaking as the creature hauled him past.
His scream faded.
Only the faint rattle of the Dilophosaurus remained.
Then static swallowed the screen.
Lara leaned back, eyes wide. “That species hunts through coordination. That was planned.”
Indy exhaled shakily. “If they’re loose on the island now… we’re in real trouble.”
Lara stared at the pile of remaining tapes.
“This is only getting worse.”