The fossil museum was lit with spotlights, as if the place were never abandoned. Massive displays of great prehistoric skeletal lizards stand tall amidst the open areas. Many smaller displays of shells, footprints, and plants lines the walls to compliment the main attractions. It was a good place for children to learn about the walls of life before this current era, but this too was forgotten, just like the rest of Gardenview Center. Forgotten does not equal isolated. There was a menacing force stalking among the displays; a wicked snarl reminds all of its presence

She is seen before she is heard. The footsteps of this thing sound like it belonged to one of the many fossils in the museum; it might as well have. Shelly steps through the the brown-carpeted room with a crazed expression of insanity on her face; her eyes were red. The bottom half of her body was ripped off and replaced with the skeletal structure of a velociraptor. She had an open ribcage, a long bony tail, and two large clawed feet. Surprisingly enough, her head, an ammonite shell, still wasn't chipped in the slightest.

Shelly patrolled the fossil exhibits in an animalistic fashion. Her mind was much more feral due to her twisted nature, but what really drove her was the rage she had gained from being forgotten. It had always been as if she was never around. Was too excited? Was she too boring? Shelly couldn't understand, and it made her upset, it made her angry. Now she hunts down those who dare to trespass on her territory