But it's not following the storyline of JP. Dinosaurs are present and it's an island but that's about as far as the connection goes!
Okay, this is the prologue and it won't make any sense as of yet but will with the next installment. Here it is:
Prologue
The undergrowth was torn apart as young women fled through, her eyes never taking in the slightest hint of her surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall and they wouldn’t stop. Her mind was whirring so fast and it was all unintelligable nonsense. It was just a blur. A passing dream. Well, more of a passing nightmare.
Suddenly a large oak tree root lashed out at her, making her trip and stumble to the dusty ground. She struggled to get up, but stumbled once again. Her desperation was the blood in a wound, it was seeping out of her at a rapid rate. She had to get up; she had to run, move as fast as she could. Yet again, she attempted to stand up but slipped on the muddy ground. Thoughts were racing through her head. Mixed thoughts and pictures. Pictures that couldn’t be real.
The rain was pouring in through a gap in the canopy of leaves. It was flooding all over the limp figure as she lay face down in the mud. It was agony for her. Hysterical cries escaped her mouth every so often, but she struggled to keep them within. The pain came from deep inside her feeble frame, and it pulsed against her, driving the emotion to surrender.
But she ignored the force and tried to get to her feet for the last time. She succeeded but grief overwhelmed her. She fell to her knees and started sobbing uncontrollably. Many emotions were running through her. She couldn’t cope with them. Rolling over onto her side, the world around her became a whirlpool of dark colours. Her eyes slowly closed against her will, as her brain slowly shut down to the world...
Chapter 1
The sun's warm rays cast in through a tiny window, shadows made by several tiny wooden rolls of bark inbetween. A steady drip of water was a reacurring sound, a ceaseless noise unbeknown to a middle aged woman lying motionless on a what appeared to be a matteress made of straw. She rolled over whilst in slumber and the tiny piece of material carefully placed upon her fell aside onto the cold wooden floor. The woman looked at much peace, her mind free from the insecurities which would soon surface upon leaving that state. But the state of sleep was one of which she could not currently stay at. Her mind had already rested enough. It was time for her to awaken and face the horrors of the previous night...
Her eyes slowly opened revealing a location which she did not recognise. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief but she was still in this strange wooden room. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and peered at her surroundings trying to make sense of them. It was then that the memories came flooding back.
"No..." She moaned softly as her legs gave way beneath her and she fell upon the floor. Her cries increased in volume as she was overcome with grief. "David..."
Suddenly a sharp sounding voice shot through the air. The woman on the floor turned to look, and noticed a dark coloured man, standing over her. Instinctivly, she recoiled and tried to move away to the corner but the man had grabbed her arm. She shrieked in alarm and thrust her arm out of the man's grip. Never taking her eyes of the man, she retreated to the corner, her sobbing momentarily quietened by this new threat.
"Neme!" He shouted with an air of authority, "Neme!" The woman looked up at him and yelled back her confusion.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" The man looked at her, taken aback by this sudden outburst. Again he repeated the strange word, pointing at himself this time and saying another unitelligable word.
The woman looked at him and finally understood. "Mary..." she began, pointing at herself. "My name is Mary."
The man seemed satisfied and repeated the the womans name. He then walked back out of the room, shutting the poorly developed wooden door behind him.
Next chapter is up!
