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_ Today was my first day on the job and I was scared witless. Okay, not much info there. I guess I'll start with a little about myself. I'm about 5'4" and I have plain brown hair which matches my eyes. I don't go out in the sun much, so I'm pretty pale and I've been on this wonderful planet for 19 whole years, wow. I wanted to specialize in veterinary sciences in college, but I needed experience, so my friend Arnold told me about this rich guy (Mr. Hammond) and said he could hook me up with a job. This isn't just any ordinary job. Of course not, because obviously I, having my luck, just can't find seem to find a plain, average-Joe kind of job working with cats or something. No I get stuck taking care of triceratops and velociraptors. So today, I'm supposed to be taking care of a sick raptor or something. Lucky me!
I was sitting in my bed, sleeping peacefully, when an annoying buzzing noise startled me awake. Today was supposed to be my first day on the job and I had repeatedly told Arnold to make sure that I woke up on time, using any means necessary. I cracked my eyes open and was assaulted with blinding light shining in through a crack between my drapes. Closing my drapes and crawling out of my cacoon of warmth, I searched for the source of the incessant buzzing. Spotting my walkie-talkie blinking on my wooden nightstand, I reached over and grabbed it, effectively silencing the noise and letting Arnold know that I'm getting ready for the long, but hopefully exciting, day ahead of me.
So as to not disgust my boss as a first impression, I opted to take a shower. After shampooing my black hair with strawberry scented shampoo and washing my porcelain skin, I dried off and got dressed in appropriate clothing. For me, this meant khaki cargo pants, a dark green tank top, a camouflage jacket and my favorite pair of boots, black, waterproof ones that are extremely durable. I have to say, the outfit really did flatter my shape, even if it didn't show my toned legs (which I worked all summer for!).
After dressing and brushing my teeth, I headed down the hallway to the main room, where Mr. Hammond, my boss, was waiting. He was a short old man, grey hair belying his youthful, jubilant nature. He pulled me into a crushing hug before pulling away and looking at me.
"That outfit will do just fine, my dear" he stated cheerfully. He was friendly with everyone who worked for him, even that idiot Nedry.
"Thanks! Anyways, what's my assignment? Go fix the meals for the animals? Assist the groundskeeper? Anything at all?" I asked.
"Yes, yes. Right this way please. One of our wardens reported to me that a raptor was looking off today. If you look at the map, you'll need to head down this path to get to the raptors cage. We'll send someone with you, but they can't go into the cage with you. Here, just in case." He said as he handed me a gun. It was a small black handgun, the like of which one would see a cop using, or maybe use for practice at a gun range. Of course, the fact that I needed a gun was disheartening to me, but I knew it was for my own safety, so I reluctantly accepted the gun and put it in one of my jacket pockets. Hopefully, I won't have to use it.
"Alright, I'll go check on him." The injured raptor was apparently the alpha of the pack. She looked just like a normal velociraptor, having gray-green skin, but she also had red stripes going down her body and around her ankles and the feathers on her head were also red, or so I was told. I hoped that the alpha wouldn't cause too many problems for me. If they did, I would just have to try and talk my way out of it. People always said I had a slippery tongue, why not put it to use?
One thing I suppose I should mention is that I'm like a living Rosetta stone. Any language I hear or can see I can understand. When we first saw the raptors and I heard them barking at each other I learned part of their language. I'm not sure why or how I can understand it, but it's like some part of my brain automatically replaces the word with English, my first language. I can also speak it, but I have an "American" accent, so it sometimes sounds different than normal, but still understandable.
I finally arrived at the raptor pen after traversing the 1.8 miles to it. Honestly, couldn't someone have just driven me! The security escort who had been following me muttered a quiet "good bye" and then left me by myself. Thanks a lot man, you were so much help on that walk, with the moral support and all. I snagged my ID card off of my neck and opened the door to the raptors cage. The door slammed shut behind me, trapping me in the hot jungle-like cage.
I felt like prey. The terrain was a dense jungle in here. There were tall trees surrounding and tall grass peeked out from between them, effectively hiding anything wishing to sneak up on me. There were small paths of crushed grass and bent branches that were probably frequented by the raptors, so I decided to stay clear of those, because knowing my luck I would run into a raptor. I heard the alpha call for help in raptor-talk and some other raptors responded by saying the "she-human" was here. Hey, at least they knew what I was!
I entered into a small clearly and immediately saw the alpha. She was lying in the clearing with three other raptors surrounding her. I attempted to step forward, but was stopped by threatening growls from the bystanders. I held my hands up as a sign of surrender, but they didn't seem too keen on me being here. Did they think I was going to hurt her? "Hey, it's okay. I'm here to help her. I don't have claws or teeth; I promise I won't hurt any of you. I just need to help him." I begged in English. I really hated seeing anything in pain (hence why I decided to become a veterinarian), and the poor raptor on the floor was no exception. It seemed as if she had tried to escape one too many times and ended up getting seriously burned. The raptors all snorted at me, but seemed to generally understand what I said, or at least the meaning behind it, since all but one backed away from her. I pulled my gun out of one of my pockets, barrel down, and set it onto the ground, then kicked it away. The last raptor moved away and I could get to work.