Chapter 13
PETER HARLEY
Restricted Area
The boys didn't know how long they were walking for after they had began their trek away from the waterfall. Mud and squished under them at each step, caking their sneakers. They didn't know where they are or which way was back towards the park, all they knew is that the gotta keep moving so the predator couldn't catch up to them.
Harley's foot nudged something as he took a step forward, making him look down. A white helmet lay in the mud with the Jurassic World logo on the front of it. On top, a good chunk was taking out of it. Streaks of crimson red went from the gash outwards and the boy felt compelled to pick it up, his breathing turning heavy as he turned the helmet around in his hands. He heard Peter walk up behind him and took the helmet away. The younger swallowed before his eyes trailed over to a a vehicle that was leaning against a tree, wires sparking.
Peter began to approach it, Harley's hands automatically gripping onto the older's forearm. When they got to the vehicle, they looked inside. Nothing, just a blood stained seat.
Harley glanced at Peter and noticed that the older was looking at something. He followed the other's line of sight and, to his surprise, he saw double doors. The boy tightened his grip on Peter's arm as the two boys approached the structure, climbing up the stone, mossy steps.
Peter pushed opened the door, the hinges creaked loudly from years of not being used. Inside, light was peering in through the large sky light above and the inside had grass, other plant life and vines growing everywhere. In the middle of the room lay what looked like to be a pile of bones from some dinosaur that neither identify with all the overgrowth around.
Peter walked over to the bones and picked one up, turning it around in his hand. It was bigger than his forearm and the shape of the bone reminded Peter of an upper case Y.
"Wow..." Harley mumbled under his breath as he watched before noted that Peter had spotted something on the ground before them and used his foot to brush some of the dirt off.
Peter grabbed it picked it up, revealing it to be some sort of banner that had red lettering with yellow around each word. Peter stared at it for a minute before looking at Harley. "You still have those matches?"
"Yeah." Harley fished out the matches and handed it over to Peter. "Here you go."
Peter wrapped the tattered banner around the end of the bone and took the matches, taking one out, striking it and lighting the banner on fire. He gave Harley the matches back and they began to explore the large room. On some of the walls, there were murals of various dinosaurs, some of which Peter didn't know the names of.
He lingered on the one that was a Velociraptor before continuing on, Harley following. They made their way out of the room and into a short corridor that had yellow rain coats on hooks. The patches looked almost identical to the Jurassic World logo but with two differences. First, it was yellow instead of blue.
Second, it had Jurassic Park.
Harley realized what this meant. They had stumbled across the old visitor center from the unopened old park.
Peter paid it no attention and, instead, walked into what looked like a garage that had all assortment of things, including two jeeps. He walked over to the one that was facing the garage door, leaves and dirt littering its hood and interier.
"Nineteen-ninety-two Jeep Wrangler Sahara, Sand Beige." Harley stated as he stared at the dirtied red and beige vehicle.
"...Harl?"
"Yeah?"
"You remember when we fixed up Uncle Happy's old Malibu, right?"
"Yeah."
"Come on." Peter put out his makeshift torch before forcing one of the garage doors opened before heading out to the damaged vehicle outside, Harley following him. He wasted no time in fiddling the battery until he finally unhooked it and brought it out. In that moment, they heard a branch crack, making their heads snap in the direction it came from. They stared at it for a good minute before they looked at each other.
"It's probably some of the other plant-eaters." Peter did his best to assure Harley. "The gate was busted open, you know? One of them probably just wondered on out here. We're totally safe."
Peter let Harley carry the battery as they went back to the garage and to the jeep that had the number twenty-nine on it. Peter nudged Harley into the driver's seat and shrugged off his flannel. He lifted the hood and got to work in putting the battery in and whatever that looked like it needed fixing.
"Turn it over." Peter stated when he finished, wiping his brow. He listened as Harley attempted to turn it over. Then the engine roared to life, making the brothers grin. Peter shut the hood and, when Harley had climbed to the passenger's side, sat in the drivers side and shutting the door.
"Make sure you don't tell Dad I drove." Peter told Harley, making the younger raised an eyebrow.
"But...Dad taught you how to drive."
"And he made me promise not to drive on my own until I get my permit."
"You don't even have your learner's permit."
"I know." Peter grinned before putting the jeep in gear and stepped on the gas. The jeep's engine rumbled as it lurched forward and into the forest.