Dinosaur Island -1994- ((exclusive)) <Easy>

Third floor. The door was open.

Lena stepped out, machete at her side.

“The tower. He’s been there for five years, waiting for the cartel to come back. But they never did. The island doesn’t let people leave, Lena. The animals see to that. Mercer is the last one. Just him, and me, and now you.” Dinosaur Island -1994-

“You remember my father,” Lena said. It wasn’t a question. Third floor

She stood there for a long time. She didn’t cry. There would be time for that later, or not at all. “The tower

She walked into the surf. The raptor followed. Behind them, on the hill, a shape appeared at the edge of the trees—massive, golden-eyed, watching. The tyrannosaur didn’t roar. It just stood there, as still as a statue, as the boat grew larger and the waves grew louder.