"No!" Darius yelled, running back. He kneeled next to Sammy and I headed to Kenji while Brooklynn and Yasmina took defensive stances in front of us. 
"Come on Kenji, get up." I pleaded, watching the grey dinosaur approaching with its heavy footsteps, but Kenji didn't move, he only groaned in response.
I tried to pull him up but he couldn't even sit up straight. I put his arm around me and hoisted him up, inciting more pained groans to come from Kenji. I saw he was trying to help, to get his legs to work, but the Ceratosaurus was gaining on us. There was no way Kenji could run.
There was screams around me and the dinosaur was roaring at us, but the only thing I could focus on was my heart beating out of my chest. 'Was this how it ended?' We just managed to rebuilt camp C, things were looking up. 'Was this really it?' I glanced at Darius helping Sammy up, Kenji hanging his head low, Yasmina's eyes focused on Sammy while Brooklynn's were locked at the Ceratosaurus.
"Okay! Come on!" Brooklynn yelled, breaking my trance. She planted her feet wide on the ground and raised her bat to face the predator. 
I dropped Kenji with a thud and he moaned in pain. I took mental note to apologize for that if we lived. With both my hands free, I imitated Brooklynn's stance with my knife and noticed Yasmina and Darius doing the same.
"Let's fucking go!" I shouted to gain confidence.
"This is it!" Yasmina grunted.
The dinosaur roared loudly, opening its mouth to show us every single one of its sharp teeth. We yelled at the Ceratosaurus as it got closer, but suddenly, right before the dinosaur attacked, the night turned red.
A red flare exploded in the air near the dinosaur's head, blinding us and the animal. I felt someone shove me back and I fell on the grass.
"Get down!" An authoritarian male voice shouted. There were successive incredibly loud popping sounds of gunshots and someone shot another flare. The dinosaur roared and shook its head, finally giving up on us and running away. We all coughed, because of the smokescreen left behind by the flares. 
In front of us, there were three silhouettes; when the smoke cleared, two men and a woman stood before us. Definitely not Ben and definitely not looking like tourists that got left behind while visiting the park.
"Oh, thank goodness. You're okay." The woman said. She had a short blonde hair and was dressed like she was going to a safari, light clothes, a hat and a handkerchief around her neck. 
We just stood in silence, panting to collect ourselves. Even though those three definitely saved our lives, part of me was still sad it wasn't Ben; still hoping for the impossible.
"You are okay, aren't you?" The man next to the woman said, with an unsure tone. He had the same tone of hair and was also dressed in similar clothes, a hat and a shirt with a few buttons open, showing off a necklace. In addition, this guy had a fancy camera hanging around his neck.
The third man stood behind them in silence. Different from the couple, he had a very stern look, military cut white hair, beard and a scar across the eyebrow. He was a big guy, wearing a black t-shirt and a hunting vest, but more importantly, he was holding a huge rifle and a machete strapped on the waist.
"Who... who are you?" Darius asked, astonished.
"Well, after all that, maybe you should call us your salvation." The lady said with a kind smile on her face.
...
Their camp was close by so we happily got up and joined them. The silent guy was on the lead, opening a path with the machete, while we walked with the couple.