WHO| Julian, open to anyone in the area--and dinosaurs.
WHAT| An inglorious ending.
WHEN| Early week 8
WHERE| The jungle surrounding the Compound
WARNINGS| Death. Lots of blood. The usual.

The week had taken its toll on Julian--more psychologically than physically, even though he hadn't been able to find anything to sustain him but water. He could go two days without significant sleep, weeks without food, less so without water but he'd located enough of that to keep him going for now.

The problem with walking into this mess so late was that of the people left, they were desperate, starving, and hurting and very much not amicable to polite conversation. And as the days dragged on, the roving packs of carnivorous dinosaurs got bolder--more desperate as well. Julian had traveled as quickly and as quietly as possible, avoiding both people and animals, until he reached a central building on the far end of the island--he hadn't even realized this sort of building would be there.

Quietly, Julian approached the building's front, keeping to the tree line and an ear out for anything approaching.