Dinosaur Island -1994- -

Somewhere on this island, there was a radio. Somewhere, a boat. And somewhere, the person—or people—who had murdered her father.

Lena froze. The rustling stopped. Five seconds. Ten. Then a dozen small heads poked out of the undergrowth, eyes like black beads, mouths full of needle teeth. They chirped at her—a sound like a nest of baby birds, but sharper. Hungrier. Dinosaur Island -1994-

She turned to the raptor. “You don’t have to come with me.” Somewhere on this island, there was a radio

Dawn revealed a beach the color of bone. Somewhere on this island