March 1 - The Visitor Center. A Girl's Gotta Eat.

Caroline doesn't know how to approach it.

( But approach it, she does. )

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She should have been back. That's all she can think, is that she should be back already, but she's currently trying to figure out how, exactly, she's not going to get eaten. Her knee's screaming - it twisted the wrong way when she'd been running from what she'd found out was the two raptors down here with her. Two, she'd found out, when she'd been flattened by the one that'd moved so fast behind her she'd barely had enough time to turn around, much less get out of the way.

She'd hit that one in the head with a piece of rebar longer then she was tall, but right now, she was in the cage with the circuitbreaker - so, yay! she'd found it - but the raptors weren't far behind. She's got enough stuff piled against the gate that it's probably not going to be pushed open in the next three minutes, but she's trying to remember what the hell she had to do - the switches don't work, but then there's the pump thing, and she can hear them outside.

"This is not how this is supposed to go," she says to herself, and pretty much everything hurts right now.