My date and I walked along the path towards the park. The sun was setting and the air brisk. It was the middle of fall and the leaves on the trees were starting to change. It was my favorite two weeks of the year, and so far it was even better because my first date with Gene was going well.
A loud noise, like a roar, came from a distance. We looked at each other, trying to decipher the sound.
“Was that a lion?” Gene was teasing, but it really wasn’t that far off. I raised my eyebrows at him and chuckled.
“We are nowhere near the zoo,” I responded. “Though we are near the amusement park.”
To our right, the new amusement park loomed. It didn’t look like one, to be honest. It had extremely high gray walls and was oddly placed in a highly populated area. Even more strangely, it moved.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
But it wasn’t the wall, it was something behind the wall that happened to be able to peak over the top. There was a large eye looking back at us. It’s cat-like structure blinked sideways, an eery white film briefly veiling its gaze.
Gene grabbed my hand and I followed his lead, walking more swiftly in the direction away from the park. I didn’t question it. How often do you see a giant head and eye? It couldn’t be anything good. We went towards a nearby bridge and hid underneath, crouching down as low as we could.
In the meantime, the creature turned its head to look straight at us. It crashed right into the wall, the most powerful wrecking ball I had ever seen. Other people out on the street took notice. They began to scream and scatter in every direction. We stayed put, watching in awe as a large, prehistoric dinosaur came swiftly our way.
A perfect addition to a sunset walk, I thought. Don’t come this way.
Before I knew it, it stood above us, beside the bridge. We were its target. I could see its large feet, they were way too close for comfort. Its loud breathing got closer, and suddenly the head was poking underneath the bridge. Its breath blew hot over my whole body.
The chaos outside of our little bridge hideout took the beasts attention away. It turned swiftly, well as swiftly as a large t-rex could, and its tail came swooping in place of the head. We jumped out of the way to avoid its swing and ran into a nearby building to the sounds of the beast claiming its first victim.
“Is this real?” I panted, bent over from running so hard. I was not a runner, Gene was.
“I’m sorry to say it, but yea, I think so.” He put his hands through his black hair and began pacing.
“It’s like Jurassic Park in the middle of civilization. What else is in there?” I sat against the wall of the building, wondering how long we might be stuck inside it.
“I don’t want to know, that place has been shut down for years. They always postponed their opening for one reason or another,” Gene said, “All major theme parks have delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked!”