The rain came down in sheets over the dark waters of the North Atlantic, the helicopter blades cutting through the storm as lightning illuminated the jagged silhouette of Île Saint-Hubert below. Once an uncharted island shrouded in mist, it now bore the unmistakable scars of human interference, with broken observation towers, rusted cargo crates, and the skeletal remains of a genetics facility half-swallowed by the jungle.

The island had been silent for years, forgotten after the fall of Jurassic World, dismissed as another failed experiment. But now, something had changed. Satellite scans picked up thermal signatures moving deep within the overgrowth. Something large. Something alive.

Inside the helicopter, the team of scientists and security personnel braced themselves as they approached the landing zone. Among them was Dr. Evelyn Cross, one of the last surviving geneticists who had worked under InGen’s shadow projects. She stared through the rain-streaked glass, her voice quiet but heavy with guilt.

“I thought we destroyed everything here…” she murmured. “Project Rebirth was never supposed to go this far.”

The pilot’s voice cut through the static. “We’re approaching the main facility ruins. Power grid’s dead. No signals... just heat.”

With a loud crunch, the helicopter touched down on what used to be a transport pad, now overtaken by vines and thick moss. The smell of damp earth mixed with something else, the faint metallic tang of blood.

The team stepped out into the storm. The wind howled through the hollow buildings, carrying faint, animalistic cries that didn’t sound quite natural.

Dr. Cross switched on her flashlight, the beam cutting across cracked glass enclosures and overturned lab tables. Faded InGen logos were still visible under the grime. On one wall, a single phrase was painted in large, uneven letters “LIFE WILL FIND A WAY.”

Suddenly, the ground trembled. A low, guttural roar echoed through the valley, distant but powerful enough to rattle their bones. The jungle came alive with movement.

A soldier raised his weapon. “Contact?”

Before anyone could respond, a massive shadow passed between the trees, larger than any dinosaur catalogued on Isla Nublar or Sorna. Its eyes gleamed briefly in the dark, reflecting the lightning before vanishing again into the mist.

Dr. Cross’s expression hardened. “That wasn’t one of ours… it’s something new.”

As the storm grew stronger and the forest fell silent once more, the team realized the truth: they weren’t alone on Ile Saint-Hubert and whatever InGen left behind… had evolved.

From the ruins of science, a new kingdom of predators was rising. And the island was waking up.