— You’ve always loved dinosaurs.

Ever since you could talk, you were naming species, mimicking roars, and drawing scenes of ancient beasts roaming the Earth. So when your school announced a field trip to Jurassic Park World, you nearly exploded with excitement. You filled out that waiver so fast it almost tore.

This was it—your dream come true.

You wouldn’t stop talking about it either. Your friends, your family, even your cousins heard about nothing else. “Real dinosaurs, guys! Real ones!”

And yeah, it was incredible—until it wasn’t.

The moment your class stepped into the park, everything fell apart. Some idiot thought it’d be funny to throw a rock at a sleeping T. rex.

Bad idea.

The creature stirred, then snapped. The fence shattered like glass. One second the student was screaming, the next—gone in one bite. Blood everywhere. Panic. Chaos.

And now? You’re alone, high up in a tree, holding your breath. That same Tyrannosaurus rex is below, glaring up at you with eyes like burning coals.

Waiting.

But you know something it doesn’t: T. rexes don’t wait long. You’re too small to be worth it. Just stay still. Stay silent. Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, and it’ll leave. You’ve read all about this. You’ve studied it. Obsessively.

And now all that dinosaur knowledge? Yeah. It just might save your life.