To get pounced on by a hostile dinosaur was one thing. To hit the dirt on your stomach with her mouth open and your right hand just below your chest was another. Yes, the hand was crushed. Yes, he must have broke his middle finger. He felt it, heard the bone snap and he was pissed. Santiago growled at the motherfucking dino and rolled so that he lay on his back and faced the ugly dino. He shouted, "Fucking beast! Get off me! Let me go!" 

He didn't know where his weapons dropped. He was holding on to his pistol. His machine gun dropped somewhere. 

Fuck.

He continued to fight, struggle and simply oppose the dino. But the dino was hammering him badl. He swore he tasted blood in his mouth. He was shouting in Spanish now, keeping the dino away from hitting his face or his neck. He had to protect himself and hold on for just a little longer! He couldn't do anything or say anything about the others so all he had to do was survive. If only the dino didn't try to---

"MIERDA! MY ARM!" he cried out as the dino opened its mouth and put it around the arm that he had been using to block the punches. Hard. It was painful enough that it made him cry out in Spanish. He said, "Jodeme, jodeme, va a salir ¡Se va a ir a la mierda!" 

And truth be told, the arm didn't come off but instead the dino pulled away. Hard. Hard enough to cause one massive avulsion to appear. Blood spurted out in massive amounts. Santiago saw the flesh torn away, the bones exposed. 

His scream didn't stop and neither did the volume stop going up.

It didn't even hit him yet that he was shot. Shot! He felt something punch through his armor somewhere along his body. Damn, damn, DAMN! I'm going to bleed out if the dino doesn't finish me off!

SURVIVE, God damn it!