She would have yelled at him. She would have, but fuck no was she going to make a sound and she takes the shove and runs as fast as she can. He better be running too. He better be. She can't afford a glance backward because she heard the thing scream - the pitch so high it made her ears ring - and she hears it tearing after her.

He better be fucking running. If he tried anything stupid she was going to kill him. She'd kill him with her own bare hands.

Jaws snapped right behind her and she couldn't hold back the yelp as teeth caught in her clothes, instinct forcing her to whirl around. The raptor was nearly on top of her and she lashed out - swinging the rock as fast as she could right into its face. It screamed at her and shook its head roughly, giving her approximately two seconds to scramble backwards.