INS Chapter 2-3

Hey guys, sorry for not posting last night, I was really busy.  To make up for it, I'll post the next two chapters of INS here.

Chapter 2: The New Camp
 I jolted awake a few seconds after falling asleep.  I looked at the door frame and saw Rexy's head, roaring in frustration.  Robert grabbed one of the electric weapons used to handle the dinosaurs and poked at Rexy's head with it.  This lured her away, but our shelter was vulnerable because the door was knocked down.
 "Alright boys," I told the group. "Get ready to move out.  We depart in half an hour."
 Everyone took extra rifles, and I took The Big One's skull as a trophy, stuffing it in my backpack I had brought with me when I first became the T. rex handler.  I lost my right arm just above the elbow in a technical difficulty with Rexy.  Now, I had a prosthetic arm, which was stronger than my old arm.
 Now, we packed all the food, clothes, and tools we found in the bunker, then found a garage.  There were two jeeps that could fit four people each.  Enough for our seven person party.  As we drove through the woods, we found Muldoon's half-eaten body.  Douglas and I got out of our jeep to examine it.
 "Gavin, look," Douglas told me, pointing at Muldoon's gun.  I took it after testing it.  We continued driving, then we arrived at the Brachiosaurus Plains.  I found a cellar door near a cave.  The jeeps were parked in the cave, then we set up camp in the cellar. 
 There was a closet in there, so we used it to store our extra clothing.  Food was stored in another closet, kept under lock and key.  Our weapons were stored on a rack inside the area.
Chapter 3: A Hunt Gone Wrong
 We were all hungry, so I volunteered to go with Jonah to get food.  He would drive a jeep while I shot our target from the back seat.  We prepared to hunt, then I looked for a target.  Jonah drove for a long time, then we found an easy meal.  There was a sick Triceratops.
 "I think we've found our target," Jonah said.
 "Gerry Harding would kill me if he saw what we're about to do," I replied.  I fired my gun at the Trike's eye, but she was too weak to get up.  I shot a bullet inside her mouth, killing the miserable animal.  Suddenly, Rexy arrived, attacking the jeep with Jonah inside.
 "Jonah!" I shouted as the jeep flipped upside down.  He was dangling inside the vehicle, held by his seatbelt.  Jonah unbuckled, falling down.  I helped him out as Rexy saw us.
 I knew that the predator did not intend to let us get out alive.  "Split up!  She'll only chase one of us!"  We ran in opposite directions, and, unfortunately, Rexy chose me.  I relied on my skills to manuver tough terrain to survive.  The T. rex stumbled and slipped on the rocks, but still pursued.  I jumped over a log, and Rexy stepped over it, grabbing my shirt.  Now, I was hanging, so I took the shirt off, continuing to run.  But soon, I ran into the edge of a cliff.  There was a long drop into a river that would kill me if I wasn't lucky enough to get stuck in a tree.  My rifle was in the jeep, and I hadn't packed a backup gun.  Rexy caught up to me, charging from about 200 feet away.  T. rex was my favorite dinosaur, so I didn't want to hurt her.  It pained me to do it, but I drew one of the knives strapped to my waist, and I threw it at Rexy, hitting her jaw.  Then, I jumped, falling through the air.  I latched onto a branch, but it snapped, and I landed on a thicker branch. 
 "Oof!" I cried out as my bare back hit the surface.  Slowly, I climbed down, then, when I was low enough, I jumped into the water.  I swam to the bank, coughing and gasping from exhaustion.  I felt blood dripping into my eyes from  my forehead.  I reached up with my mechanical arm, realizing I had several cuts from branches.  They weren't just on my head; my left arm, chest, and back were bleeding.  Red spots clouded my blurry vision as I stood up, stumbling a little.  One branch had cut my right leg, creating a huge, bloody gash in my skin.  A piece of cloth from my cargo pants was hanging where the branch had cut my leg, so I ripped it off and used it as a cast for my battered arm.  I limped around, looking for a place where I could get back up.
 "Gavin!" a voice called out.  It was Jonah, and he was running to me. 
 "Is there a way back up?" I asked.
 "Yeah, there's a slope about a hundred feet from here.  That's how I got here."  We walked up the slope, returning to camp.
 "You failed, eh?" Mitchell said when we entered. "Let Josh, Robert, and me hunt, and we'll have enough food to last us to the 21st century."
 "Hell no!" I protested. "You don't know shit about these animals!" This seemed to break his resolve.  Mitchell kicked me in the gut, and I hit him in the jaw with my cybernetic fist.  He clenched his teeth, his lip bleeding.  The force of my punch had knocked one of his teeth out.  My stomach screamed in pain, but I couldn't help but taunt. "You mad, bro?"
 My pissed off opponent swung a punch at me, but I ducked and kicked him in the ankle.  He fell over with a loud thud, and I stomped on his stomach with my cleated boot.  I placed my other boot on his chest, grabbing his face.  I slammed it into the metal floor, grabbing his neck.
 Leaning down, I told him, "I'm in charge around here.  Follow me if you want to live."  MItchell submitted, and I let him go.