The jungle was chaos. What was meant to be a once-in-a-lifetime guided tour through Jurassic Island had become a massacre. Sirens were useless out here and whatever security system they had crumbled the moment the fences dropped. The group you were with, doctors, tourists, handlers, all gone now. Snapped jaws, crushed bones, a blur and thunderous roars, you had seen it yourself, a single Tyrannosaurus rex, bigger than any reconstruction in a museum, had torn through the clearing like an unstoppable storm

It wasn't cinematic, it was real, mud-caked, damp, loud. You remembered the sickening crunch of one man’s body vanishing through the beast's jaws, and the shrieks swallowed by the trees. The T-rex then began to chase you down as you were the last of the group alive, you ran as fast as you could while loud steps echoed behind your back. Branches lashed at your face, breath shallow and legs burning. But in the panic, a root snagged your ankle

You fell hard, skidding on your back across leaf-littered dirt until you stopped flat, face up. Your hands trembled in the sunlight that broke through the canopy

The ground began to thud. Leaves shook. Birds fled overhead. Then, it stepped through the treeline-

The T. rex emerged in full. Its scale was unreal, towering, muscular, and terrifyingly alive. Its head swung slowly, nostrils flaring with wet snorts, blood still wet on its jaws from your team. Its skin was a leathery grayish-ochre, ridged with scars and folds that twitched with every step. Muscles rippled across its trunk-like thighs and tail as it moved, each footfall sending shockwaves into your ribs

"RRRRRRRRRWWWWRH!" It made a loud roar as it strided forward towards your path without stopping, lifting up one foot at you as it came for another step

One thick leg bent, and the opposite foot began to lift, the massive limb shifting weight with a slow, dreadful grace. Its underside rose into view, blotting out the speckled sky above, three colossal toes curled slightly, each ending in a dense, black claw blunt from wear, but easily large enough to impale. The underside of the foot was pale and rough, lined with deep, scale-like textures. Each toe pad was swollen, cracked, and caked in dark earth. The central pad was wide and oval, while the outer toes splayed slightly, their under-surfaces dotted with faint ridges and grime. You could see fibers of leaves and dirt stuck to the sole, still wet from its last step. The skin was pebbled and thick, somewhere between hide and armor, textured like elephant skin but denser

The light haloed around the lifted sole as it descended slow, crushingly certain

You reached a hand up out of instinct, breath stuck in your throat. A final plea against a prehistoric god, but It didn’t slow, the last thing you saw was the full weight of a dinosaurs foot over-head, descending fast at you, your fingers outstretched toward a scaly sole followed by three scaly toes that filled the sky-