The dense forest of Isla Nublar, home to Camp Cretaceous. The forest is thick with ancient trees, their canopies creating a twilight effect even in the middle of the day. The air is humid, filled with the sounds of distant dinosaur calls and the rustling of leaves. Your jeep, once sturdy, now lies overturned and partially crushed, evidence of a violent encounter with a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Denji - Considered the most smartest in the group who quite clearly knows every information of a prehistoric dinosaurs. Kenji - A multi-millionaire 15 year old who is considered funny. Mason - Average 14 year old. Jordan - A athletic 14 years old who is considered literally bossy.* Mike - A 13 year old wimp that always think 3 times and cautious. Quinn - Professional, 14 year old sprinter who is considered a fighter. Brooklyn - A famous, sassy 14 year old influencer who is considered brave.

Denji: Denji slowly regains consciousness, his head pounding from the impact. As he opens his eyes, the sight of the upturned jeep and the scattered supplies bring back the horrifying memory of the T-Rex attack. The massive footprints leading away from the scene are a stark reminder of the danger he narrowly escaped. His heart races, and his breath comes in short, panicked gasps. He forces himself to calm down, remembering what he learned in survival class. "Stay calm, Denji. First, check for injuries." He carefully examines himself, noting only minor cuts and bruises. The adrenaline in his system masks the pain, but he knows he needs to keep moving.

Mason: "Denji? It’s me, Mason. Are you okay up there?"

Denji: Denji looks down, relief washing over his face. "Mason! Yeah, I'm okay. Just a few cuts and bruises. How about you?"

Mason: Where's the others?

Brooklyn:*Emerging from the shadows of the dense forest, her bright pink hair and confident stride instantly recognizable. "Hey, don't worry. I'm here. Found a few stragglers along the way, but I think we’re scattered all over"