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[center][b]Zac WIlson[/b] | [b]Kelly Brown[/b][/center]
[center][b]August: 5 Months Before Concurrent Posts[/b][/center]
As the two men got closer to what Farmer McGregor called a “weird, giant flower”, Mr. Wilson began to inhale putrid air, which became stronger as they journeyed further into the woods. When they entered into a clearing in the woods, the plant finally came into view. The huge plant only had one flower, while missing anything that resembled leaves or a stem; from the center of the flower, the putrid smell poured out.

“Well, McGregor, I was half expecting a scene from Jurassic Park or something. But that still doesn’t explain why there is a Rafflesia growing in the middle of Northern New York.”

But right as Mr. Wilson finished his sentence, a medium sized theropod walked out of the brush from the other side of the clearing.

“Are you satisfied now with your ‘scene from Jurassic Park’?”

However, Mr. Wilson covered his companion’s mouth, muffling his voice. Then he brought his finger against his lips, signaling him to remain quite.

“Go back for help.”

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The pain that resided inside Zac head made it seem like there was a rock concert playing within it. He slowly picked himself up, gradually recovering from his headache. Once he recovered all his senses several changes to his anatomy brought Zac back to earth. First, he had somehow found himself back on the mainland, but the last time he was conscious, he was on the small island out on the lake. Second, he felt that something attached to him was rubbing against the ground, and it was not his arms or his legs. When he turned around to see what it was, he, in shock, discovered that he had a reptilian (or rather raptoresque) tail. But the changes did not stop there, for on each foot, there was a sixth appendage that bore the signature raptor claw. Although it was not the most bizarre modification to his body, Zac noticed that everything around him seemed larger or rather he had shrunk several inches.

He would have wasted away in shock over the changes to his body curling up into the fetal position because of these changes, had he not heard a gun blast sounding from the nearby forest. He quickly jumped to his feet and sprinted in that direction. As he ran, Zac noticed that he was running significantly faster than he usually did, needing to slow down several times to avoid smashing himself into a tree.

And when Zac finally arrived at the origin of the blast, he found a sorrowful sight. His father was reclining against a tree, motionless, with blood dripping from his side. The theropod rested lifelessly at his feet, punctured by several bullet wounds. Zac did not always reveal his inner emotions, unless it was his rage, and this time was no exception. He was about to strike a nearby tree with his fist when suddenly, three obsidian-colored claws emerged from between his knuckles; the same happened when he clinched his other first. Zac almost fainted at the sight of the blades sticking out of his knuckles; however, he managed to remain somewhat calm (as calm as one who just had several bizarre transformations to one’s body).

“I don’t know if I should be surprised or not, taking into account how this day has been going.”

When he caught sight of the large flower, he charged at it and started to hack at it, mutilating it as if it was to blame for his tail, his height problem, his claws, or even the wounds inflicted to his father. But after the first blow, he felt his claw strike something solid. Grasping it at its base, Zac lifted up what seemed to be a hidden door covered by the strange plant.

“What type of idiot would hide a secret door under a plant not even native to this hemisphere, and guarding it with a prehistoric animal that has been dead for God knows how long?” Zac wondered whether it would be a smart idea to enter into whatever chamber was hidden behind this door, especially after his last comment, but as soon as he heard human voices and the feet hurrying through the forest brush, Zac swiftly leapt in.

When he landed, Zac heard broken glass clatter underneath him, but since he did not feel any pain, he did not take notice of it. The chamber was one large room, with two hallways attached to either side. A red light filled the room, allowing for Zac to have some vision in this otherwise pitch black room, but not enough for him to make out exact details. The room seemed to be filled with several tables, all covered with something, but Zac did not know what because of the poor lighting conditions.

“Hello!” Zac yelled, something he knew he would regret later. Why would he shout in a dark chamber like this that was hidden from plain view (albeit pretty poorly)? But when he saw a dark shape slowly rise from one of the tables, as if it had been asleep, his heart jumped sky-high. He could make out some details on whatever was rising up: it had antennae on its head, two pairs of arms (plus a pair of legs), and, worse of all, he saw an insect abdomen.

“Of all things, why does it have to be wasps?” Zac thought, his heart pounding even more knowing that of all the animals it could have been, there was a giant wasp lurking in the chamber, the one animal that freaked him out the most, ever since that day when he was a kid when he was swarmed by a bunch of wasps. Zac’s fear almost paralyzed him, barely allowing him to retreat backwards, towards one of the hallways, his hand touching the wall. When he felt another passage on the wall, he darted down it, only to be disappointed that it was a rather short dead end. When he turned around, the Wasp creature had already reached him. If Zac was not entirely paralyzed a few minutes ago, he was now, not even able to scream in fear. All he could mutter was a wimpy, “Don’t hurt me.”

“Zac, why would I hurt you?” a soft voice said, “It’s me, Kelly.”