Re: Jurassic Park: Gwen & Peter
If it wasn't for the absolutely-yes-velociraptors that were bearing down on them, she would've joked with him some more about the horrors of slow tours with old people and their walkers. But she had just realized, a second too late, that running was totally the wrong thing to do.
Yep. Now they were dinner, and she didn't mean for them to be dinner, but they were definitely dinner. While he was worried about them tripping, she was trying to think of a belated Plan B, since her Plan A had made them the equivalent of turkey legs on really fast (but not fast enough) wheels.
She was scared, sure, but somehow being devoured by a carnivore with a physiological instinct to consume them wasn't as terrifying as zombies to her, and it wasn't as scary as clocktowers and really tall heights.
Logic. logic, and she tugged on his hand and veered sharp away from the gates, which could be even worse than Plan A, but she could almost feel those things breathing on them, and they weren't going to be able to outrun them in the open like this. At over six-feet, the raptors had longer strides, and the ratio of-
She felt the wind drag that indicated yes, no, too close, velociraptor. Definitely Plan B. Screw ratios.
She tugged more, back toward the field, toward where the herbivores were ambling off. The raptors followed, and the herbivores lifted their crested heads and trumpeted in danger. The rain made the sound nearly inaudible, and the grass was thick and damp now, and she pointed toward the trees, past the now stampeding herbivores, and maybe the raptors would lose their scent and go after the trumpeting dinosaurs instead.
Plan B. It was all gut and no science. Hide in the forest. Hope the other things get eaten. That was Plan B.