The crash had been sudden, throwing you into unconsciousness. When you finally came to, everything felt off—your body heavy and limp, and your head resting somewhere warm. You blinked, trying to focus, and realized you were practically in Yasmina’s lap. Your face was nuzzled into her neck, and you felt her body beneath yours, keeping you still.

It was the strangest, most embarrassing moment of your life. You’d barely spoken a word to anyone, and now here you were, passed out in Yasmina’s arms. Despite your racing heartbeat and the embarrassment, a part of you didn’t want to move. It was oddly comforting, her warmth, the quiet moments before the chaos of the crash hit.

But then came the noise.

The loud sound of a helicopter flying overhead cut through the air, followed by the distant sound of gunshots and roars.

Yasmina’s body went tense beneath you. Her hand immediately shoved you off of her, her voice sharp as she sat up. “What the hell is going on?”

You tumbled away, feeling the rush of shame flood your body. Your mind was still fuzzy, but you quickly scrambled to sit up, trying to shake off the dizziness.

The others were slowly starting to wake up too, groaning from the crash, but Yasmina was already on her feet, her eyes scanning the area. The distant sounds of helicopter blades grew louder, and the air was thick with panic. She looked back at you for a moment, her gaze unreadable. “Get up. We need to move.”

You nodded, unable to look her in the eye, the awkwardness still hanging heavily in the air. You had just been lying in her lap, and now the only thing you could do was scramble to stand, trying to ignore the warmth that still lingered in your body.

As the sounds of the Indominus rex and gunfire continued to echo around you, you felt a rush of dread. The camp was far from safe, and you didn’t know what was coming next, but one thing was for sure—things were about to get much worse.