The whir of a helicopter overpowered the distant sound of animals, an island visible out the window as the aircraft descended. Checo and 2 other men were sent on a mission, assumed to have no threats.

Accompanying Checo was Carlos and Nikolai, a Spaniard and a Russian, randomly picked. They were on their way to an island, called Isla Nublar, It was said to be located in the Pacific Ocean, 120 miles west of Costa Rica, and 87 miles east of the Muertes Archipelago.

The helicopter slowly lowered itself onto a small helicopter pad, landing at a large run down theme park, one that was shut down years ago due to some kind of incident that was never released to the public. This island used to be owned by InGen, a billion dollar bioengineering start-up company. This company performs research to recreate extinct animals. But now, it was owned by the Masrani Global Corporation, a diverse multinational corporation with concentrated efforts in telecommunication, oil, and bioengineering.

Checo, Carlos and Nikolai hopped out the helicopter, checking their ammo as the Helicopter took off again, leaving them stranded until the mission was over. The mission was simple, gain information about what happened, and find files that were left. After all, it was just a run down theme park that had no life on it other than a few wild animals, right?

The group walked forward, lazily holding their guns. There were multiple heat signature scans of the island that were performed, nothing was seen, only small animals and birds, nothing else at all.

The group walked up to the main gate, it read 'Jurassic World', but the sign was dirty and one of the letters had fallen off.

"Jesus. This place is old." Nikolai spoke in broken English, looking over at Checo and Carlos.

"Sí. Its a weird.. vibe.. here." Carlos agreed as they walked into the park, looking at all the gift shops, food places, and signs that led to other attractions.

"This place was probably such a sham when it was open." Nikolai spoke as Carlos nodded, the groups heavy steps echoing in the eerie concrete jungle of a park.

"Probablemente.. The island was owned by a billion dollar company, so they probably had just realistic animatronics. There's no way to bio-engineer dinosaurs everyone knows that." Checo spoke, veering off slightly to look at a map, Carlos following as Nikolai continued off to the other side to look at a building.

The map was huge, the attractions only made Carlos and Checo chuckle. "¿Velociraptors? Jaja, un tiranosaurio, qué chiste." Checo chuckled in Spanish to the Spaniard, who chuckled back, pointing at the map.

"Mira, dijeron que tenían un mosasaurio. ¿Cómo puede alguien creerlo?" Carlos responded, before they turned around to keep walking, but Nikolai was gone. "Ey.. ¿A dónde fue Nikolai?" Carlos asked as Checo looked around.

"Nikolai! Hey come out man! You arent funny sneaking off like that." Checo yelled into the park, but there was no response. Carlos sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Le dije al comandante que era una mala idea enviar a Nikolai con nosotros, solo es un bromista." Carlos groaned, walking with Checo further into the park. "Nikolai?! Come on man this joking really isn't funny! We have a mission!" Carlos yelled into his radio, before Checo and Carlos split up to find Nikolai.

After a while, Checo went back to where they split up, before calling out to Carlos. "¡Carlos! ¡No encuentro a Nikolai! ¿Tuviste suerte?" Checo spoke into his radio, but he was only returned with static. Something wasnt right, were they really playing some kind of sick prank on him?

Checo was alone now. It was strange..

"¡CARLOS! ¡NIKOLAI! ¡SAL!" Checo yelled, grasping his gun a little harder as he walked further into the park, before pausing, the grotesque, quiet sound of wet crunching was heard from one of the buildings. Checo walked forward slightly, unaware YOU, a dinosaur, were in the building, eating the gutted bodies of Checos teammates, splitting their chests open.

"Oye, para. Esto no tiene gracia..."