Inside a sterile, white room.
DG-3273 lay on the operating table, surrounded by an array of unknown instruments.
"Director, your protocol was a success. We can now modify DG-3273's physiology directly during the growth phase rather than relying solely on embryonic development."
"Proceed."
The Director's response was curt, a thin smile playing on his lips as he issued orders to the researchers in the theater.
DG-3273 remained fully conscious. To better monitor for rejection symptoms, the researchers had administered a powerful sedative rather than a general anesthetic.
(Note: The subject possesses sensation and awareness, but lacks the ability to move.)
Bzzzt...
Electricity surged through the machinery. Blue fluid began to travel visibly through the IV tubes. DG-3273 felt a searing, agonizing pain and tried to scream, but could only manage a weak, pathetic grunt.
…
A breeze drifted through the woods, causing the branches, or rather, the corpses impaled upon them, to sway slightly, shaking loose more blood.
Drip...
The sound of blood hitting the ground startled Darius and his group as they finally regrouped.
"It's okay... it's okay..."
Darius quickly identified the source of the noise, his voice steady as he calmed the others.
Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp—
The forest was silent save for the drone of insects, until a faint, rhythmic thudding of footsteps began to approach.
Is it that thing? No.
The Rex mother and daughter, Big Eatie and Little Eatie, emerged from the shadows, moving in tandem. Big Eatie sniffed at the lingering scent of blood, her nostrils flaring as she tried to track the intruder who had violated their territory.
But the intruder was too fast. They couldn't even catch its "exhaust." That maniac moved like a whirlwind, slaughtering one area only to vanish and strike another.
Kenji's father, blood seeping from a wound on his forehead, leaned heavily on Kenji as he pointed the way for the group.
"Quick... get to the warehouse."
The veterans of Camp Cretaceous had survived months on Isla Nublar; they didn't need a formal lecture. They fell into a practiced, silent rhythm of cooperation. Who would take the lead, who would cover the rear, who would lock the doors, and who would stand watch, it was like a perfectly rehearsed play.
"Are these... gas cans?"
Brooklynn, while searching for medical supplies to treat Kenji's father, discovered enough fuel drums to send the entire warehouse into the stratosphere.
Kenji's father slumped against the wall, handing his phone to Kenji with a weak, trembling hand.
"Quick... call the helicopter. The password... is your birthday."
He drifted into a brief unconsciousness, his breathing shallow but stable.
"ROAR—!"
However, DG-3273 had no intention of letting a single human escape. With a bone-chilling roar, it charged toward the warehouse.
"We need a plan..." Brooklynn whispered.
…
CRASH!
The doors shattered as DG-3273 burst inside.
Seeing no humans in sight, the hybrid closed its eyes and slowed its breathing, switching its perception to thermal tracking. One, two, three... found them.
But before DG-3273 could savor the hunt, a massive thermal signature overwhelmed its entire sensory range. The sudden influx of data was too much; it shook its head violently, forced to disengage its heat vision.
Before it could turn to leave and find the group, a trail of gasoline on the floor ignited. A wall of fire swept inward, trapping DG-3273. Realizing the gravity of the situation, the hybrid tried to retreat, but it was too late.
BOOM!
The fire reached the fuel drums. A violent explosion rocked the foundations. Cracks spider-webbed across the walls before the entire warehouse groaned and collapsed into a pile of burning rubble.
"Nice!" Kenji cheered.
Yasmina and Ben ran toward the group, gasping for air. As the most athletic of the campers, they had been tasked with ensuring the fire reached the main drums. In other words, they had just won a race against death. Too exhausted to speak, they simply shared a silent, celebratory high-five.
"ROAR—!"
Suddenly, a roar erupted from the ruins!
DG-3273 crawled out from the debris. Rebar was impaled in its side, and its entire body looked hideously deformed, flattened and crushed as if by a titan's hammer. It limped out of the wreckage, clearly drained of the strength to fight.
But fate was not kind to the beast. Big Eatie and Little Eatie arrived on the battlefield.
It had slaughtered too many creatures in their domain; this was no longer a conflict that could end in a peaceful retreat.
DG-3273 was beyond furious. It felt just as it had back in that white room, helpless and at the mercy of others. It slammed its tail against the ground and let out a defiant shriek. Ignoring the agony of a fractured femur, it charged the two Tyrannosaurs.
These two Rexes were not like the scarred veterans of the wild; they were "flowers in a greenhouse," used to being fed. Faced with such a suicidal charge, they relied on pure instinct.
The result was shocking. Big Eatie was seized by the throat and bodily thrown aside, crashing to the dirt. Little Eatie fared worse, one of her small arms was torn clean off by the hybrid's jaws!
DG-3273 raised its broken leg, using its sheer weight to shove Little Eatie to the ground. But the counter-force was too much for the exhausted hybrid; it, too, collapsed into the dust.
In an instant, two adult Tyrannosaurus rex had been laid low.
So tired... time for a nap...
In DG-3273's mind, no matter the injury or the illness, a nap solved everything. The only catch was that he usually woke up back in the sterile white room the next day.
He watched the Rexes retreat and the humans vanish into the distance. Slowly, he closed his eyes, feeling his heartbeat begin to decelerate.
I hope they don't inject me with drugs tomorrow.
…
DG-3273 reappeared on Isla Sorna twenty days after its disappearance, dealing a catastrophic blow to the local ecosystem.
Year XXXX, Month XX, Day XX, [Time REDACTED].
DG-3273 died of exsanguination and multiple systemic fractures. Due to its excessive brutality, the experimental project has been terminated.