Isla Nublar, 1993

It was storming at the Tyrannosaur paddock, and the goat that was once there chained to a feeding station was suddenly missing. Upon looking up, you see a large hand with two fingers grasp the electric fence, she now knew it wasn’t electric anymore and swallows the goat remains, growling lowly before slowly walking through the wires and the metal pole of her paddock fence, taking her first step into freedom, she lets out a short roar.