Re: Jurassic Park: Gwen & Peter
Peter was focused on running. It probably hadn't been the best idea-- no, not probably. It was a bad idea, an open invitation to become raptor chow, and watching people run from carnivores on TV was one thing. Going to a museum and seeing what remained of them was harmless. But this? This was real. Nobody was going to call cut, and it wasn't like there was anyone around these days to monitor the park. He mentally cursed the fact that the most dangerous doors liked to strip away powers.
As much as he wanted to hope that they could make it to the gate, the simple truth was that they couldn't. Not both of them, anyway. All the science in the world could the simplified to the raptors having superior speed, not to mention the tools to kill and eat them; they were obviously outmatched. So when Gwen tugged on his hand, veering them away from their original path, he didn't argue. The forest had cover. The forest had trees; raptors couldn't climb trees.
When running failed, hiding was a close second.
He squeezed her hand tighter and nodded when she pointed toward the trees, since trying to yell over the rain and the stampede of herbivores was wasted energy. And maybe he felt kind of bad, leading the raptors toward the nice plant-eating dinosaurs, but he really didn't want to be lunch and that was just how nature worked, right? Carnivores ate herbivores. It was what he was counting on, what he knew Gwen was counting on too. They ran through the grass, and he tugged her as close to the herbivores as they could get without being trampled; maybe the raptors would, as she thought, lose their scent and focus on things that weren't human.
The trees were right there, up ahead, and he did his best to ignore the sounds behind them that indicated the raptors were hungry and did indeed have a taste for parasaurolophus. "Go! Climb!" Maybe he pushed her ahead, but he couldn't help it. Instinct.