"Okay. Okay. Okay." The mantra was an attempt to keep calm and assess the situation. He'd been trained for things like this, sort of. To keep his cool when faced with...oh God, what was happening? Was this a mental breakdown?!

Where the fuck was Asher? If he'd disappeared in the middle of the night and was safe and sound in the Compound, then Ray was going to haunt the hell out him if he died trying to find him.

Crawling on his hands and knees, Ray snuck towards the debris of a broken chair, one of the victims of the dinosaur so far. Grabbing a wooden leg, he stood on wobbly legs and brandished the make-shift stake.

"Asher!" He called again, eyes skipping around the room for any sign of him, before landing quickly on the dino. "Asher! I swear to God if you've eaten him I will be so pissed off."