We’re causing our own extinction….

—Dr. Ian Malcolm

“It’s the T. rex,” Franklin guessed, horrified.

BOOM.

“It’s the T. rex, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Will you stop?” Claire said, staring down the dark tunnel. “It’s not a T. rex. Probably.”

“Probably!”

They nervously approached the tunnel entrance, waiting to see what would emerge. There was nowhere else for them to go.

Then, behind them, they heard a terrible hiss as hot lava began to seep through cracks in the ceiling! Flaming drips of lava trickled down, burning and sparking. Claire and Franklin spun around to face the falling lava.

From the dark tunnel behind them emerged…a Baryonyx!

They whipped back around to see the fierce dinosaur. “See?” Claire said. “It’s not the T. rex!”

“How is this better?” Franklin asked.

He had a point. The Baryonyx had a long, narrow mouth full of cone-shaped teeth and looked a little like a crocodile. Except much bigger. And she could also stand on her back legs.

The carnivore stalked them, backing them up against a wall. Suddenly a cascade of lava poured down through a crack in the ceiling, putting a wall of fire between them and the Baryonyx.

Claire noticed a circle of light hitting the floor. She looked at the ceiling and saw a long round shaft with a ladder leading up to a hatch portal. She jumped up and pulled at the ladder, but it wouldn’t come down.

“It’s stuck!” she shouted, looking around wildly and then pointing. “Chair!”

Franklin rushed to grab a chair in the far corner. The Baryonyx snapped at him through gaps in the wall of lava. Franklin slid the rolling chair across the floor to Claire, who clambered up onto it. From the chair’s height she was able to pull herself up. She hurried up the ladder, followed quickly by Franklin.

“We made it!” Franklin cheered. “Yeah! Go us!”

CLANK! The rusty ladder suddenly dropped down, putting Franklin close to the Baryonyx’s reach. The beast snapped at his feet as he scrambled back up the ladder.

At the top of the shaft, Claire tried to turn the hatch wheel, but it was jammed.

ROOOOAAAARR! They could feel the moist breath of the Baryonyx rushing up from below as she tried to tear her way up the shaft after them. Working together, Claire and Franklin finally wrenched the hatch open and climbed out into the sunlight. CLANK! They slammed the hatch closed, leaving the Baryonyx raging in the shaft below.

Safe from the Baryonyx, Claire and Franklin caught their breath and looked around to realize they were now standing in the middle of Gyrosphere Valley. Something else caught their eye then, a surprising sight: Owen running toward them! As he approached, Owen shouted, “I’d start running if I were you!” Suddenly, behind him, a stampede of dinosaurs of all shapes and sizes broke through the tree line! The animals were trying to escape the lava and burning forest.

Claire and Franklin turned and ran, too. Owen soon caught up with them.

“Wheatley left us to die,” Claire gasped.

“Me too,” Owen said.

“Where’s Zia?” Claire asked, breathing hard.

“They took her,” Owen said as they headed toward the ocean cliff at the base of the sloping valley. It was the only way out.

The three of them sprinted, weaving in and out of stampeding dinosaurs. Before they were trampled, they needed to find a safe spot to wait while the thundering herd passed them by. Claire spotted a Gyrosphere nestled against a fallen tree. “There!” she shouted, pointing.

“Get in!” Owen yelled over the roar. Claire and Franklin dove through the open door of the Gyrosphere. But before Owen could join them, a Carnotaurus separated from the stampede and started stalking him around the Gyrosphere. This nightmarish carnivore looked like a T. rex but with devilish horns protruding from her forehead. She lunged at Owen, slamming into the glass ball and knocking it loose.

As Owen dove out of the way, the Gyrosphere rolled downhill, its door snapping closed with Claire and Franklin trapped inside!

The Carnotaurus turned her attention back to Owen, but then—

ROOOOAAARRR! A massive head snatched the Carnotaurus in its jaws, snapped its neck, and dropped the dead carcass like a rag doll. Owen looked up in awe. It was the T. rex.

BOOOM! Another explosion from the volcano! The T. rex considered Owen for a moment—most likely as an unusual snack. Then she looked back toward the approaching lava flow and ran off toward the ocean.

Owen took off after the Gyrosphere, which was rolling faster and faster downhill with Claire and Franklin trapped inside. “Brakes! Brakes!” Franklin screamed. Claire tried pulling back on the control stick, but it broke off in her hand.

Now they were rolling so fast they started to pass some of the dinosaurs that had passed them earlier. Claire looked back and saw Owen running after them. Then he was swallowed up by a cloud of black ash.

She looked forward just in time to see the edge of the cliff! The Gyrosphere rocketed off and fell two hundred feet, as Claire and Franklin clung to each other, screaming as they hurtled toward the crashing waves below.