The Girl from Chicago was a Long Way from Home.
The girl was panting as she ran, rain-soaked her dark hair, and she felt her heart racing as she moved through the ferns. The trees loomed far above her, blocking out some of the light that passed through the rainclouds. She tripped over a log, fell to the ground, her white cotton shirt was splattered in wet earth, and she shouted ‘oooowoch!’, she felt a pain in her leg. Glancing down, seeing a gash below the knee, she cried out in frustration. She knew there wasn’t time to stop for that now, she must keep running. Picking herself up from the squelching mud, she moved towards a clearing in the trees, to cross a small stream that was filling up with rain. She jumped onto a rock in the centre of the water and hopped across to the other bank. Hurrying through the shrubs near the riverbank, she struggled up a steep slope looking up to see the trunk of a large tree. She could smell the freshness of the water hitting the palm leaves, the damp soil giving moisture to the plants around her. She smelt her own sweat, and the was the first time she had ran from danger. Real danger. She was accustomed to a life of ease and was now thrust into chaos. The girl was from Chicago, she was a long way from home and the city had kept her safe. The artificial world that people had crafted for their own comfort and security was far away now. She was in danger. To her the forest was danger. She could feel the power of it, the power of nature all around her. Everything was alien, unknown, unfamiliar, and uncontrollable, with its own will and it showed little mercy. All the things in her life back home didn’t matter, at least not right now. The struggle was against the untameable nature, how to survive, and in her case, how to run for her life. The creature that hunted her had caught her off guard a few kilometres from the main track of the resort. For all, she knew it was probably still hunting her. The shock of hearing the prehistoric animal’s shrill screech and extend a frill around its head was enough to send the bravest running. She didn’t know what it was, she didn’t know how to escape it, she didn’t know what to do. She was alone in a world of chaos. To be alive is a struggle against chaos. We are small creatures in a wide, wide world.
Jurassic Park-inspired fan fiction focused on a character.