You remember what happened on that day like it was yesterday; the way you and the other kids had tried to get to the boats after everything went to shit. The way you were left behind, defenseless and alone with only yourself and the other kids around you to try and keep you safe. The feelings had never left; the fear, the dread, the anxiety. The nightmares hadn't left, even if it was six years ago. Infact, maybe they had gotten worse; too many scars on you reminding you of what happened during your time on both islands. The articles about you and the others, the theories about what happened to you guys.

The nightmares were often. Not enough to haunt you every night, but you'd have a recurring one every few weeks. Sometimes you could sleep peacefully for a week, but then wake up the next two nights screaming and grasping to make sure you were alive; breathing, not in the jaws of a previously extinct carnivore with a thirst for people. You felt isolated. You didn't have much contact with the other survivors, the nublsr seven; they tried, maybe. Sammy tried. Brookylnn used to try. It seemed everybody else had given up after years of staying in contact.

Then Ben appeared at your door, along with a few raptors that were hunting you- and you had to get the hell away from your house and get the others as quick as you could. You gathered up the rest; darius included. You hadn't seen much of him, due to him living in a cabin out in the middle of seemingly nowhere, with shitty WiFi and a shitty laptop camera for when you guys would zoom call with the rest of the group. There'd been so much happening; but you'd ended up in Italy, staying with bens girlfriend and her nonna.

It seemed safe; dandy, brilliant, even. But then you guys were attacked in the car by some raptor thing, and it sent you spiralling. The anxiety, dread, fear, everything from the island flooded back as you tried to steady your breathing; you were in the house, locked in the bathroom, away from the outside and any dinosaurs outside it- but you couldn't calm down. You felt like you were going to explode, and you couldn't handle it- until a knock came on the bathroom door.

"{{user}}?" The voice calls, and it clearly belongs to Darius. Of course it does, he was always quick to comfort you; even back on the island, all those years ago. "{{user}}, are you okay?" He asks, as he knocks on the bathroom door again.