As Mike continued to stare out the window, an immense wall of fog came up before him. “Uh, pilot, what in the world is that?” Mike said as he stared, mouth agape, at the fog wall.
“Welcome to Isla Nublar, my friend!” the pilot exclaimed.
The helicopter entered the fog suddenly. Mike heard beeping and alarms coming from the cockpit, and the helicopter began to shake.
“Pilot, is everything okay up there? What the hell is happening?!”
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“No need to worry, sir. The fog is just messing with the equipment!” the pilot said over the cacophony of beeps and alarms.
Mike grabbed the arms of his seat and tightened his seatbelt. He turned to look out the window, and he was awestruck. In front of him was an island, dense, green foliage poking up everywhere and burnt forest in small patches. He thought he saw the head of a massive dinosaur, but when he blinked again, he only saw trees.
The pilot came over the headset, “I am looking for a place to land, amigos. Hold on tight!”
As Mike watched out of the window, the helicopter circled, looking for a place to set down. He saw rubble of former buildings and other objects like fences and metal pipes.
“I have found a patch of concrete. I’m landing it now,” the pilot said as the helicopter banked sharply to line up with the makeshift landing pad.
As they were coming closer to the ground, Mike saw small animals, green with brown stripes, scamper away from the pad.
“What the hell was that?” he said, knowing full well that he had just seen a dinosaur.
I guess they haven't all gone extinct, Mike thought, as the rails scraped against the pad and the rotors slowly turned off.
Should I release my first drafts if I get enough good reviews?
