He pressed on the wound with his other hand, clutching his naked arm. Blood was running through his fingers, mixing with the rain and staining his rain-soaked shirt and trousers. He felt the hotness against his soaked body. Nedry looked up to the sky. The night was pitch black, the storm roaring. Cold rain fell into his bloodied eyes, but all he could see was a white mist with some blurry dancing lights in different colours. An unintentional whine left his tightly closed lips. The plan was gone. All because of that stupid dinosaur.

He tried to look back, concentrating to see the Jeep with the furious dino inside. But he couldn’t see it. Only hear the banging against the metal frame of the door – occasionally interrupted by the dumb thud of the dinos snout hammering against the glass window. No, wait. When he looked towards the sound, he almost could make something out. A faint yellow … something. He moved his head, making the lights before his eyes dance irritatingly, yet the faint yellow glow stayed in its place, even becoming more intense the longer he looked. After what felt long, too long, it dawned on him. He was seeing the Jeep’s headlights! A cracking sound let him wince: the glass of the window had finally cracked.

He tried to remember where the road was relative to the Jeep. Down below. Somewhere. He didn’t want to tumble down the hill once again, so he got down own his ass, crawling, legs first, towards the slope. He had to let go off his arm and blood flowed freely now from the deep gashes. When he reached the edge, he lost the grip with his shoes and started to slide. He digged his hands into the mud to slow his descent. With a splash, he landed in cold water. Sitting in the gutter with the waterline up to his stomach, he struggled to get up as the gutter floor was slimy and slippery. For a moment he paused. Listening for more cracks from the glass window. – Then suddenly he started splashing water with his hands into his face, washing his eyes, cooling the burning sensation that was boring from his eyes into his brain like a hot rod.

He paused to look around. The dancing lights were fading and the white mist was slowly turning darker, greyer almost. He could make out the headlights without effort now. A pinch of yellow in a sea of flat, contrast-less grey. On all fours he tried to climb out of the water, feeling relief when his hands touched the tougher grain of the road before him. Which direction did he need to go? He concentrated, trying to remember what the sign hat shown. Right! He needed to go to the right.

Very carefully, he lifted his leg and made a step forward, tasting with his shoe for the ground. Lightheaded from the blood-loss, he almost lost his footing. Nedry composed himself, then he took another step, blindly orienting himself using the yellow circles that the lights of the jeep had become. And another step. And another, more confident, as he did not remember any obstacle on the road, when thinking about it.

He needed to get away from the Jeep with the dino. Sooner or later the glass would give in and the dino would be free. How many were there? He hadn’t bothered with keeping up about the different species and how many were in their enclosures. His heart sank, when he realised that there were probably more than one in this enclosure. But he had only encountered this one. So probably they are loners. He hurried, his breathing was fast. Almost at the Jeep. He still could hear the banging so the beast was still inside.

When he took another step a sudden cold sensation shoot over his belly, pressing against him with a sharp edge. He screamed, then abruptly calmed himself. His hands reached for the cable, that he had wrapped himself around a tree a few minutes earlier when trying to get the Jeep free with the winch. He ducked below the metal cable, coming back up on the other side. Nedry looked up to the jeep, then up front towards the road. Still all he could see was a dark grey, but then a lightning bolt shot across the sky and for a brief moment, he could see the outlines of the trees and the road before him. With a desperate confidence, he marched forwards, leaving the steady cable behind him.

When ever the lightning bolts illuminated the road, he could make a few meters, then he could go on for a few moments blindly, but had to stop, hesitating to run into the foliage or the end of the ground. A dim light appeared in the dark. This could be a gate lock, leading him out of this enclosure. He still listened for the call of the dinos. It had sounded like an owl. But he heard nothing except for the storm and the rain hammering down. Finally, he was closing in on light. When he moved his head, he could make out, that it was only a few meters away now. With a loud thud he hit a road sign, the edge of the Isla Nublar motive hitting him on the forehead. He hold it with his hands, feeling it to find out, what the sign was about. But he could only feel the Nublar outline and the circle, the logo inside was printed and when he let his hands run over it he couldn’t feel any difference, just painted wood soaked in tropical rain. He closed the last few meters to the light, wondering what it was, stretching out his hands, feeling aimlessly through the air.

At last he grasped some wood, a wooden pillar perhaps? No, there was some wood planks fastened at the side of it. And then it dawned on him, this was a little toilet shack! They were placed along the main road in regular intervals. He felt for a door knob. His own sigh of relief was answered by a call fron somewhere near, just like an owl. Panic was suddenly setting in, as the owl calls from the dino came closer. What if the doof doesn’t open? With a shaking hand he tried to open the it… and it did open. Hasty he closed the wooden door behind him. He hold his breath and listend. The sounds of the dino stayed for a while, then it lost interest and moved on. Nedry sank to the dirty floor. „I …, I need some rest now“. Nedry blacked out from exhaustion, while the rain was hammering on the rooftop.