Jurassic Park - Trespasser fiction/novel
Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 12:44 am
Yeah, time I got out the old memories and reinstalled the retail copy of our beloved game... *Sigh* anyway, please enjoy this.
I have written this in a way that doesn't drag out the story for too long, so parts of it may seem undescriptive while others seem very descriptive, please bear with me as I'm still learning how to be a good Author ^^
Okay, this is a Fiction based on the Storyline of Jurassic Park: Trespasser.
However, I cannot follow the restrictions of the game engine, so our Heroine Anne, does some pretty neat and realistic stuff, including dual wielding some of our favorite weapons since I don’t have to break her arm for the game’s sake.
Enjoy. Each chapter is a part of an individual level, starting from the Beach and onwards.
The Beach
Cool water washed over the woman’s face.
She woke with a start and spat out a mouthful of salty seawater.
Wiping her mouth on her arm she groaned, “My head…â€
Then she saw the tail section of a plane, the blue stripe and the registered identifier painted in black.
“Oh god… Marquez? Esta Ali? Are you there?â€
No reply.
“Not good… they were shouting when we started to go down… trying to level us out†she whispered, remembering how she had rushed to the bathroom to throw up in the dive.
Pushing herself up, Anne gazed at her surroundings. Palm trees and Canopies behind her and the vast ocean in front, ahead of her was a rocky island obstructing her view of the land behind it.
Shaking her head, Anne searched the beach for her Pilot and Co-Pilot.
She found no sign of them what so ever. Maybe they moved further inland… she hoped.
Turning to her left, she saw a path leading away from the beach, step-like boulders practically made a stair case for her to climb up there.
She stretched her arms before starting the climb, it wasn’t as hard as she had expected it but it was still no walk in the park.
Finally she hauled herself up onto the sandy path, and struggled to stand.
Looking further ahead, she spotted concrete blocks at least two times her size with rusted steel rods jutting up from the tops of most of them.
“A foundation maybe?†she asked no one in particular as she traveled through the forest of construction debris.
Anne caught sight of a dirt road ahead and sighed with relief.
“Let’s see where this goes. I’m bound to find someone sooner or laterâ€
Her spirits high, Anne took the dirt road. A rotting timber fence seemed to materialize out of thin air. Though Anne knew it was a trick of the heat.
She approached the Fence and stopped. The gate was shut.
Anne tried to open it, but to no avail, the gate was stuck fast.
“Damn… don’t they oil the hinges?â€
Leaning back Anne tensed the muscles in her right shoulder before ramming the gate.
With a groan the hinges snapped and the door fell down with Anne following it to the ground.
“Oof!â€
Grunting from the effort, Anne pushed herself up and brushed the dirt off of her white top.
Taking a quick look at the new area, she noticed a crate with guns lying on top of it.
“Odd… why would you leave guns out in this area?â€
She approached the crate and examined the firearms.
Two Smith and Wesson revolvers, A Desert-Eagle and a Spas-12 combat shotgun.
Anne lifted one of the revolvers up and aimed it at a paint can sitting on a concrete fence about four meters away.
She took careful aim then pulled the trigger.
There was a loud bang and Anne’s hand kicked back with the startling force of the weapons recoil. A loud pinging sound emitted from the paint can and Anne noticed a small hole in the front.
“Good shot…â€
She pushed the Revolver into her belt and turned to leave. She stopped and took the Desert-Eagle as well.
“If anyone asks, I’ll just say I took them incase I needed them…â€
Anne continued down the road to another fence much like the last one. This time even when she rammed the gate it didn’t budge.
She turned around and searched for another way to the next area, and spotted a box sitting on top of a crate that was leaning on the fence.
Anne pulled the Pine box down and used it to get onto the darker, heavier crate.
Finally she vaulted over the fence and landed on a patch of sand on the other side.
I have written this in a way that doesn't drag out the story for too long, so parts of it may seem undescriptive while others seem very descriptive, please bear with me as I'm still learning how to be a good Author ^^
Okay, this is a Fiction based on the Storyline of Jurassic Park: Trespasser.
However, I cannot follow the restrictions of the game engine, so our Heroine Anne, does some pretty neat and realistic stuff, including dual wielding some of our favorite weapons since I don’t have to break her arm for the game’s sake.
Enjoy. Each chapter is a part of an individual level, starting from the Beach and onwards.
The Beach
Cool water washed over the woman’s face.
She woke with a start and spat out a mouthful of salty seawater.
Wiping her mouth on her arm she groaned, “My head…â€
Then she saw the tail section of a plane, the blue stripe and the registered identifier painted in black.
“Oh god… Marquez? Esta Ali? Are you there?â€
No reply.
“Not good… they were shouting when we started to go down… trying to level us out†she whispered, remembering how she had rushed to the bathroom to throw up in the dive.
Pushing herself up, Anne gazed at her surroundings. Palm trees and Canopies behind her and the vast ocean in front, ahead of her was a rocky island obstructing her view of the land behind it.
Shaking her head, Anne searched the beach for her Pilot and Co-Pilot.
She found no sign of them what so ever. Maybe they moved further inland… she hoped.
Turning to her left, she saw a path leading away from the beach, step-like boulders practically made a stair case for her to climb up there.
She stretched her arms before starting the climb, it wasn’t as hard as she had expected it but it was still no walk in the park.
Finally she hauled herself up onto the sandy path, and struggled to stand.
Looking further ahead, she spotted concrete blocks at least two times her size with rusted steel rods jutting up from the tops of most of them.
“A foundation maybe?†she asked no one in particular as she traveled through the forest of construction debris.
Anne caught sight of a dirt road ahead and sighed with relief.
“Let’s see where this goes. I’m bound to find someone sooner or laterâ€
Her spirits high, Anne took the dirt road. A rotting timber fence seemed to materialize out of thin air. Though Anne knew it was a trick of the heat.
She approached the Fence and stopped. The gate was shut.
Anne tried to open it, but to no avail, the gate was stuck fast.
“Damn… don’t they oil the hinges?â€
Leaning back Anne tensed the muscles in her right shoulder before ramming the gate.
With a groan the hinges snapped and the door fell down with Anne following it to the ground.
“Oof!â€
Grunting from the effort, Anne pushed herself up and brushed the dirt off of her white top.
Taking a quick look at the new area, she noticed a crate with guns lying on top of it.
“Odd… why would you leave guns out in this area?â€
She approached the crate and examined the firearms.
Two Smith and Wesson revolvers, A Desert-Eagle and a Spas-12 combat shotgun.
Anne lifted one of the revolvers up and aimed it at a paint can sitting on a concrete fence about four meters away.
She took careful aim then pulled the trigger.
There was a loud bang and Anne’s hand kicked back with the startling force of the weapons recoil. A loud pinging sound emitted from the paint can and Anne noticed a small hole in the front.
“Good shot…â€
She pushed the Revolver into her belt and turned to leave. She stopped and took the Desert-Eagle as well.
“If anyone asks, I’ll just say I took them incase I needed them…â€
Anne continued down the road to another fence much like the last one. This time even when she rammed the gate it didn’t budge.
She turned around and searched for another way to the next area, and spotted a box sitting on top of a crate that was leaning on the fence.
Anne pulled the Pine box down and used it to get onto the darker, heavier crate.
Finally she vaulted over the fence and landed on a patch of sand on the other side.