The view from where the road crested the hill
was beautiful. In a valley between the hills was an open plain covered
with flowers, birds were singing and chirping, and a light wind blowing
out from the valley carried the fragrance of mountain meadow. As I
paused for a moment to enjoy the view I was greeted by the cold
reptilian roar of a raptor.
The raptor came out from behind a large
boulder. I shrunk down behind a small boulder, trying to avoid being
seen. The raptor roared again, closer this time. It must have seen me. I
rose from behind the rock and took aim as the raptor ran towards me. My
first shot missed, but caused the raptor to pause and turn it's head. It
stood there glaring at me. I glared back. I hoped it would run, but as I
steadied my aim it charged again. My second shot hit it in the chest,
knocking it up and back. The third shot entered its neck and exited
through the top of its head. The raptor stopped, dead in its tracks. It
was another young raptor.
I felt extreme satisfaction knowing that raptor
wouldn't breed, but my heart was beating fast - young or not, a raptors'
roar can strike fear into anyone's heart. I was confident now, I knew a
weakness. Two shots would be sufficient to kill a young raptor, maybe
one if I could hit it in the head. The tables had turned, once hunted,
I cautiously moved down the road, giving a wide
berth to anything big enough for a raptor to hide behind. All the hiding
places were empty of raptor, thankfully. The land was taking back the
road quickly - grass, flowers, and a small tree now grew where the road
had once been. The plain was half-enclosed by a high cement fence, and
otherwise blocked by the steep hills on either side. There were only two
exits - the road to the beach, and a large pair of wooden gates, held
shut by a wooden beam bigger than me. In the center of the plain was a
raised structure, looking for all the world like a train station. It
gave the decaying cement monorail a reason for existing. The monorail
was higher than the cement wall and must have once passed over it.
Scattered around the plain were more crates, barrels, and other junk. A
sign near the road announced "Welcome to Site B."
The road led to the gates and passed through,
but I was a bit thicker than the inch or two gap between the gates and
would never fit through it. I tried moving the beam, but it was too
heavy for me. Even using a crowbar I had found nearby I couldn't budge
it. I looked around, trying to figure out how to get past the gate. The
gates wouldn't open, I couldn't climb them, and the packed dirt of the
road was too hard to dig.
I looked up. I'm not afraid of heights, really,
but the thought going through my mind was not pleasant. I looked toward
the wall. The monorail ended before the wall, and a chunk was missing
between two parts of the monorail.
I kept saying to myself "I'm not going to
jump, I just need to go up and take a look." I went up to
take a look.
On the platform was a bench and a rusting
speaker box with a button. I pressed the button, and a stupid, useless,
pre-recorded message spewed out. I looked around for a phone. There's
always a phone at a train station. There wasn't a phone. Who would
create a train station without a phone!? I know
that DisneyWorld has phones at its monorail, even the tiny train-trolley
at Lake Compounce in Connecticut - the longest running amusement park in
the United States - has a phone nearby. Hammond didn't have a problem
with industrial espionage, he had a problem with incompetent designers.
On the large InGen sign on the platform was
tacked a small sign which said something about the monorail leading to
the Town of Burroughs and a visitors center. Hammond may have had
incompetent designers, but even he would have to have a phone at a
visitors center! I could follow the monorail and be there before sunset.
I easily made the short jump onto the monorail
and headed for the gate. When I reached the end of the first section of
monorail, I looked down. It was a long way down. Falling was not an
option. I backed up, got a good running start, and lept the short
distance to the next monorail section. I was getting good at this
jumping, even with only one good arm.
The perimeter wall was about a yard away from
the monorail, and about the same distance below it. Unfortunately, the
wall was only about a foot thick. I could see more monorail remains
beyond the wall, and lots of grass and leaves on the ground. Excited
about the prospect of a town on this godforsaken island, I figured I
could jump to the wall and from there drop down safely to the ground.
I was mistaken.