Isla Sorna, Costa Rica

Our first night on Isla Sorna was uneventful. Isaac and I sat in front of the fire sipping champagne and playing chess. The sounds in the night were far more alien than what I was used to. The following morning, Isaac and I set out with our entourage. Diego led us competently to a herd of Triceratops that were grazing in an open field.

They were beautiful creatures. And I was going to enjoy eating one and mounting its head. After observing the herd, we noticed an outcast on the outskirts of the clearing. It was a large bull with a broken horn.

Even with two horns, it could still do plenty of damage to us. So, rather than risk the entire herd potentially charging us, we went for the outcast. From what we read on INGEN's research notes. The Triceratops had a very thick skull and a relatively small brain. Trying to shoot the brain would be a risky move, so like the Rhino, body shots to the heart and lungs would be more effective.

While no one ever tried shooting the Triceratops before, from what we read in the notes the Elephant guns we had would be enough to bring them down. We took turns shooting the lone bull that promptly charged us. We drove around the clearing, staying a few steps ahead of him as we shot at him. It wasn’t easy shooting at him from a moving vehicle.

The herd had cleared out after the first few shots, leaving us and the Bull to our duel. After ten minutes the Bull tired. He was bleeding freely, and we could hear his labored breathing. We fired again at where his lungs and heart should be. Between the two of us, we put ten in him before he finally collapsed.

The Dozer pushed the Triceratops into an upright position so we could pose with it. Porters strapped the Trike to the Dozer; They lifted the trikes carcass onto the flatbed, and we drove back to camp Victorious.

Once we got back to camp, the porters began slicing and dicing the trike while our chefs began experimenting. Isaac had several meat lockers to store the excess meat from the Trike.

Later that night, we sat at our table and enjoyed a five-course meal of Trike. The first was a stew made with large chunks of trike meat. The stew was good, and the meat was very tender. Next, we ate fried fillets with bread, followed by very juicy steaks, Trike burgers, and a pate with olive oil and rosemary crackers.

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We were utterly stuffed, and the Porters were helping themselves as well. The camp echoed with the sound of laughing and singing. It was a pleasant sound; I raised my glass to Isaac.

“To a great hunt.” I toasted.

He smiled and clinked his glass against mine. “And to many more in the future.”

I took a long sip of my champagne and was settling back into my chair when I felt a tremor. I set my champagne down on the table and watched the bubbly liquid ripple with each tremor. Isaac noticed too. We shared a look before we ran to our respective tents and grabbed our rifles. I loaded my rifle and quickly slung my ammo belt over my shoulder before running out of the tent to stand near the fire. The porters huddled together, having felt the tremors as well.

I hadn’t planned on shooting anything else, but another trophy wouldn’t hurt. From the darkness, a towering form appeared. As it came closer to the fire, I could see an elongated snout, like a crocodile. Three monstrous appendages ending in massive claws, and a ridged sail running from one end of its back to the other. Its eyes shone an Erie gold as it stared down at us from the other side of the fence.

I felt a deep primal fear root me to the spot, my mind going blank as the titan drew closer. One of its arms touched the fence, sending up sparks. It bellowed in pain and surprise, taking a few steps back. I blinked and shook myself. I raised my rifle and fired the bullet, hitting home. It roared with rage and charged the fence. The porters scattered, and for good reason. Sparks flew the moment the creature's body touched the wires, but that didn’t stop its momentum and it ripped right through the cable, yanking one post out of the ground.

I ran one-way Isaac ran another. I put some distance between me and the monster that was now laying waste to the camp. As soon as I had some distance, I turned and fired both shots. I could hear Isaacs' gun going off as well, but it didn’t seem to slow the beast down. The porters and staff ran out through the hole in the fence. I called for them to come back, but they wouldn’t listen or couldn’t hear me. It was much worse outside than it was in here.

The monster noticed the prey running out of the encloser and chased after the porters. I ran to the opening, watching the silhouettes of the porters and the monster disappeared into the woods. Isaac and our guide, Diego, joined us at the broken fence.

“Now what?” I asked them.

“We can’t go after them,” Diego said. “I know it might sound bad, but out there we’re at a severe disadvantage. We wouldn’t last five minutes.”

As if to emphasize his words, we could hear screams in the distance. Fearful and agonized screams sent a chill up my spine.

“What we need to do is move the Dozer in front of the hole. It’ll at least keep out any wondering creature from getting in.”

It took us some time, but we moved the Dozer into position, and we piled plenty of more wood onto the fire to predators away. Not that it did much good earlier. But the fire should at least keep the smaller predators away.