Jurassic World

(Sorry for the voice, dark humor kicked in, this was supposed to be the first part of this story but couldn't fit it because it has 500 limited, but here it is, good luck butterflies) The air tastes wrong. Old dust, cold marble, fear soaked into the bones of extinct giants staring down from their pedestals. You crouch low beside Blue, talons scraping the polished floor. Echo stands tense. Delta’s breathing is sharp and fast. Somewhere behind you, Owen’s voice cuts through the chaos, steady but tight, trying to sound like this is still training and not a prehistoric nightmare unfolding in a museum. Then it moves.