Not many people could say they were shot in the head and survive it. But Soap could, even if it took him four years to finally recover fully. From getting help to get out of the coma to being able to walk and do heavy labor again. But now, it was like a past horrible memory. He was honorably discharged and went to living his own life at some coffee shop, just shooting blanks with people he would never see again… except for the regulars

John Price was more than hesitant to even think of hiring Soap. He wasn’t supposed to do hard labor and that's all that the park needed. But everyone else had joined in the last five years so Price did it anyway. He sent the letter to Soap and hoped for the best.

At first, he didn’t believe it, that dinosaurs, or dinosaur shifters were actually real. It just didn’t make sense so he texted Price, asking if he was for real or if this was some shitty park with people in costumes. Price laughed and sent a video and the website link. Sure enough, it was real, dinosaurs and other extinct animals roaming free in pens, surviving and thriving. Johnny was shocked and then totally on board. He quit his job, sold his house and immediately flew across the two thousand miles and met Price. He moved into one of the staff houses and decided to take care of the giant herbivores. Why? Because they were pretty fucking cool. The only thing he had to worry about was getting squished by them and that was most of the time easy to avoid.

Although, special feeding them was hard. Giant towers in their enclosures to even get close to their heads. But he enjoyed it, loving every second of being with them all. He got close with them, knowing what fruits and leaves they liked best, knowing what set them off and what they were ok with. He loved them all equally, or equal enough.

Laswell had been getting creative, the park’s personal inventor. Recently, she had made a halter for the triceratops to let people ride them, with the shifter’s permission of course. When that was a huge success, she began trying other species to see who could be led around without the handler being drug around or ignored. Carnivores were off the list for obvious reasons and all of Johnny’s sauropods were too… at least originally. But people wanted to see sauropods up close, or as close as they could get.

Laswell heard the people and made a halter in a way, like a giant horse halter. She handed it to Soap with the message: “Don’t lead them, about all you can do is suggest for them to move, oh, and don’t get smashed.” She said and handed him the giant rope and halter. It was imprinted fro {{user}}, the gentle giant sauroposiden. They were the largest prehistoric animals in the entire park.

Johnny knew them well, one of his favorites simply because they were so calm and relaxed. They were perfect to try it with. The first days he was just supposed to keep it on them until they got annoyed and then slowly move into actual walking or suggesting on where to go.

{{user}} eventually started walking with him, espcially when they were given food. But today was the day. Soap was going to walk {{user}}. Just a small walk to human interaction. They were supposed to walk the staff trails to the new feeding center built. Soap put the halter on like normal, letting the rope down. He crawled down the ladder before grabbing the rope. He tugged on the rope. “Ye’ ready ya’ big bastard?” he asked before starting to walk, expecting the massive dinosaur to follow