Paul froze. He strained his ears as hard as he could, feeling each little audio sensor in his brain perk up. And then he heard it again, unmistakably. He took one cautious step forward. The sound was coming from an extremely large animal that sounded rather angry.
He kept walking. He passed plants that were 20 feet high. He saw strange flowers he had never seen in his entire life before. They looked tropical. This was supposed to be New Jersey.
Suddenly, the entire forest darkened... except it didn't. Paul thought it was darkened, but in fact it was simply an extremely large shadow that fell over him. He lifted his head straight up into the air and stared right at the angry jowels of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
As he turned to run, the world began to swirl around him again, and turned into flying streaks of paint. All he could think about was getting the hell out of the way of that dinosaur. He ran and ran as hard as he could; he could feel his heart slowly climbing up his chest, constricting his breathing. There was a pain in his knee from the hard thuds he took with his feet on the tightly packed ground. Sweat flew. He tried his best to dodge low-hanging tree branches and leap over toppled trees. After several minutes of adrenaline-fueled flight in the direction he presumed was away from the T-Rex, his brain did a double-take. Something was wrong. It took him a while to realize he wasn't actually moving at all. In fact, he was lying down on his back in what appeared to be a maternity ward.
To be continued...
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