3rd person POV

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

The chopper pilot's voice was stolen by the wind as Roxie and Dave leaned out the side door to have a look at Isla Nublar approaching on the horizon, "this is a suicide mission! You'll probably die! I can take you back to the mainland right now!"

"Not a chance!" Roxie yelled back to him, tightening the backpack they had filled with rations and camping gear for the trip, "I've waited three years for this! Drop us there, on the North Shore!"

"You're both crazy!" The pilot complained, turning the chopper anyway to begin descent towards the Island, "I'll be back in four days for you! If you're not there, I'll assume you're dead and leave without you. This is an unsafe fly-zone!"

"Just do as the lady says!" Dave called through the wind, clinging to the doorframe and his own backpack of supplies, "you don't wanna be on her bad side!"

"It's your money, amigos! I won't be landing here though, you'll have to jump for it!"

Nodding affirmatives, and with Dave throwing up his thumb, the pilot shook his head in disbelief and lowered the chopper down close to the shore. In the midst of billowing sand clouds, Dave and Roxie leapt from the chopper and onto the beach. Their boots sunk in the soft dunes, and ache from the landing quivered up into their knees. But as they turned, they could only see the bottom of the chopper's blue and white cabin as it rose back up into the pristine sky.

"We made it," Roxie breathed, brushing herself off and turning to look at the jungle ahead of them, "we're actually here."

"You know he's right though," Dave commented, ruffling his hair as to shake away sand grains, "we could get eaten before four days is up. We might not even get past today."

"I'd rather die trying then never have tried at all," Roxie shot back, "you're not getting cold feet, are you?"

"No. Just making an observation, that's all. So, where exactly are we?"

Removing a folded paper from her interior pocket, Roxie scanned the map of the island. There was a red X on their landing spot, and the place they'd have to get to should they catch the chopper again.

"We're here, on the north shore," Roxie said, pointing to the spot and tapping it, "Camp is...was...just across the main Gyrosphere paddock here. It's a straight shot, we could get there before nightfall,"

"And what if we encounter a dinosaur before then?"

"We shouldn't if all the fences are still up. A Compy or two perhaps,"

Dave didn't appear to agree with her assessment of the situation, as his normally loose and humorous brows furrowed up into his hairline. But he said nothing on it, merely exhaled a puff of air and nodded.

"Ok. You have the map memorized, you lead the way."

"Keep close to me," Roxie insisted, reaching out her hand for Dave to take and giving the warm palm a solid squeeze, "this place has probably grown a lot in three years. It'll be a miracle if there's anything left to see,"

Walking carefully into the underbrush, the mission was officially underway. Roxie wasn't sure what she was expecting upon finally getting back here. After all, it felt like a lifetime ago. She could memorize and map all the trails and access roads she wanted, but jurassic undergrowth was a menace. For a while, the two of them walked in silence, listening to a slight breeze which rustled the leaves in the canopy. They strained their ears for noises which sounded out of place, but there was nothing but nature.

"So..." Dave spoke up eventually to break the silence, nearly giving Roxie a heart attack, "have you thought about it?"

"It?" Her heart jumped at the oddity of the question. Of course, she knew what it was, and the truth was that she had put quite a bit of thought into it.

But marriage?

It was a lot to take in.

"Though I appreciate your transparency on the matter, love. I'm not sure this is the right time to be having this conversation," Roxie managed out finally, placing each word together as though pulled from a scrabble bag.

"I don't see why not," Dave complained jovially, "I mean, it's kinda romantic being out here with you. And we don't have much else to talk about,"

"I hate when you make good points," Roxie mumbled under her breath, only to stop and slam her arm out for Dave to halt as well, "hold on,"

"What?"

"Shh...I hear something,"

Roxie listened hard again, and for a second she thought maybe she'd just imagined it. But then, somewhere in the distance, was a familiar guttural roar. But it wasn't my dinosaur which Roxie knew. No, this roar was something else...something far more familiar.

"Is that a car?"

"Rox..."

"No, no I'm serious," listening harder, Dave was moving across the ground, causing it to crunch under his feet.

"Roxie..."

"It's an engine. But that not possible..."

"Roxanne!"

Whipping her head up, Roxie was just in time to duck as something was swung at her head. The whoosh of air made the skin on her ears tingle as the attacker pulled back for another go. In a blur of motion, Dave reached up a hand and grabbed whatever was being swung, only to grunt as a foot made contact with his exposed chest and sent him reeling backwards.

"Dave!" Roxie cried, wincing in solidarity as her boyfriend hit the ground with a moan of pain. She was just in time to move as a baseball bat nearly crashed into her outstretched arm, and she realized finally that this wasn't any animal attacking them, but another human being.

Shuffling backwards to put a few more feet between her and the newcomer, Roxie wondered how they hadn't seen or heard them coming. Hidden in the deep indigo shadows of the trees, a pair of shining green eyes stared out intently.

"W-we don't mean you any harm," Roxie said, grappling for the pepper spray hooked via carabiner to her backpack strap, "please. We're here to help,"

The stranger said nothing, merely shuffled closer as the baseball bat in their hand dragged across the dirt. To Roxie's surprise, it fell to the ground with a wooden clunk a moment later. For a second, she wondered if the person would stop. If they would leave them alone. But there was a silver glint in the dark as a knife was pulled from inside a hidden sheath, making a horrible scraping noise.

"Oh...god,"

Jerking as she found herself with her back against a tree, Roxie yelped in panic as the figure leapt at her. She saw a metallic shimmer as the blade sliced through the air and forced her eyes closed. She waited in anticipation for the pain, or the feeling of flesh tearing open. But there was nothing; just a pained, raspy panting and the overwhelming smell of forest and decay. Cracking one clenched lid back open to see what happened, the serrated knife was still held in the air, poised to strike.

The person holding the knife was now fully illuminated by a patch of sunlight, and Roxie had to pause. Green eyes met brown, and the knife lowered as a teenage girl stepped back with a harsh gasp of surprise. Roxie opened her mouth to speak, but there was only a croak.

"...Brooklynn?"

The name almost didn't fit on her tongue. How she somehow connected the pink haired social media star to the figure before her, Roxie want sure. The stranger — identified now as Brooklynn — tilted her head, furrowing her brows up into her hairline. Unlike three years ago, the pink to her hair was all but a memory. A brown, ratty mess was pulled up behind badly sunburned ears, and skin freckled by long afternoons sparkled with a sheen of mud and sweat. Some of that mud was more red then brown, and Roxie realized it wasn't just dirt, but also blood that coated her body.

Brooklynn stared at Roxie for a hard moment, her brain whirring behind those piercing green eyes. She then turned to where Dave was now sitting up, rubbing a hand against where he'd been kicked.

"...oh..."

Had she not been so close, Roxie would've missed the word. It was barely a whisper, one which was easily taken away by the breezes. Two adults stared down a teenager who had been ready to kill them not a moment before, jaws agape. 

"Brooklynn...?" Roxie asked, causing the girl to glance up at her. Her eyes were wild and uncertain behind long bangs, "what...w-what happened to...you?"

It wasn't a good question; but what really was at this point? What could she ask that she didn't already know deep down somewhere? Roxie had dreams of rescuing children; the children she had left behind. The children who's eyes would light up like fireworks at the mere mention of Dinosaurs. But she wasn't expecting them to actually be alive after three years. She had been expecting to pick up some old relics to bring back, to show the families just to prove she had been on the Island and had done everything in her power to make things right again.

She wasn't expecting to nearly be murdered by one of the kids she was supposedly here to save.

Brooklynn didn't say anything, merely pressed her lips together and glanced down at the knife still held in her hand. It almost appeared as though she were forcing it away; like her arm wouldn't respond to the command of letting them live. The metal scraped back into its holder, and Brooklynn mechanically walked back towards where the baseball bat lay in the grass. She picked it up, clutching the bottleneck grip in both hands.

Then, in a second, she was gone.

Roxie didn't even have time to call out; the girl had vanished while her eyes were wide open. Were she not still pressed up against a tree with the smell of decay lingering close to her nose and throat, Roxie might've believed she was simply seeing impossible things.

"Rox? You ok?"

Jumping as Dave's hand brushed against her shoulder, the woman opened her mouth but no sound came out.

"No," she choked finally, turning to the broad chest beside her and seeking solace between his arms, "Dave, we thought none of them survived,"

"Yeah," glancing down at one another, Roxie felt a horrible thought creep into her gut, "you got really pale all of a sudden," the man above her commented, "what is it?"

"Dave, what if all of them survived?"

A/n:MUAHAHAHAHA cliffhangerrr
The nublar six are wild now with more strength and weapons .

We have 3 out of 8 of the most important characters shown so far let's wait for more!

Brooks design(found on Google)

Buh byeeee