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Before
                          
Following the giant footprints in the grass, Owen continued to drive. He was forced to drive through a dozen dead dinosaur bodies, for which we designated as the I-Rex killing as sport, not as a meal. 
                          
The Indominus footsteps led through the valley, into a Restricted Area with wide open gates. 
                          
"How could they?" Claire muttered, "They know the rules."
                          
"Well, they are boys," I said. 
                          
"Anyone with a little bravery would go through there," Owen agreed. 
                          
I stared into the gates, my grip on my gun tightening. Facing a dinosaur with a known record of slaughter was rightfully unnerving. 
                          
"Do we have that bravery?" Claire wondered. 
                          
Owen and I shared a glance. 
                          
"I'll do it if you're by my side," Owen said. 
                          
I nodded, "Yeah, I'm not about to get outdone by a couple of twelve year olds." 
                          
Owen pressed on the gas pedal. Past those gates, we ventured into the unknown, and quite possibly, our deaths.