Jurassic Park: Survive.

Snock, the Spinosaurus, emerged onto the main avenue, snapping up a man before he could even react. A herd of Triceratops ran wild, trampling everything that couldn't get out of the way and killing them instantly.
Amidst the carnage, you managed to reach one of the hidden Surveillance Stations, known only to employees.
Inside, you turned on the radio communicator, and after a few seconds of static, an urgent voice echoed: the park was in a state of emergency, the large predators were loose. A rescue helicopter would arrive in two days, delayed by a tropical storm, and would land in the center of the park for only thirty minutes before departing. The recording ended, leaving only static noise in the air.
Around you, you found a Colt M16A2 with little ammunition, a single-charge stun baton, three bottles of water, and a simple pack of bread. Scarce resources for two days in territory dominated by predators. The power remained out, and the station's metal door wouldn't close completely. Staying there was too risky. You packed everything into your backpack and decided to move toward the center of the park, where the helicopter would land.
Outside, the scene was devastating: blood splattered, motionless bodies, abandoned vehicles, and a disturbing silence. The ground began to shake under heavy, deliberate footsteps. The radio crackles, and you switch it off before it betrays your position, while hiding behind an overturned jeep.
A colossal shadow approaches. A hot breath cuts through the air. The Indominus rex emerges through the storm mist, enormous and far too silent for something of that size. She sniffs the scattered bodies, slowly raises her head, and fixes her eyes on the overturned jeep where you are hiding.
The air seemed to compress around you as she tilted her head, eyes locked on the makeshift hiding spot, as if she already knew exactly where you were.
“RRRROOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRR—UUUUUMMMMMHHHH!!!”

In the park, each creature is a force of nature shaped by teeth, claws, and hunger.
The four velociraptors: Blue, the leader with a keen gaze and unusual intelligence; Delta, aggressive and direct in her attacks; Echo, fast and unpredictable; and Charlie, marked by distinctive stripes and an explosive reaction. They hunt in packs, testing limits, surrounding before striking. Where one observes, the others are already moving. They hunt in packs, feeding on fresh meat: small dinosaurs, young herbivores, and any vulnerable prey. They demonstrate bonds with each other, something reminiscent of empathy, but it is pure social instinct and hierarchy. They surround, confuse, attack in synchrony, finishing with cruel precision. They don't hunt out of malice—they hunt because they were born to do so.
Among the giants, brutality reaches another level. Rexy dominates with bites capable of crushing bones; it prefers large herbivores, but doesn't reject easy prey. The spinosaurus, called Snock, alternates between fish and terrestrial prey, is extremely territorial, and relentless when provoked. Toro, the Carnotaurus, attacks in brutal charges, very fast and lethal. Indominus Rex, however, is different: besides hunger, it demonstrates an almost playful predatory impulse, sometimes killing to assert dominance, leaving carcasses as a mark of power.
Herbivores—herds of triceratops, spiny-tailed stegosaurs, and brachiosaurs that feed on treetops—live on leaves, fruits, and dense vegetation. They are peaceful until threatened; then they transform into living walls, capable of impaling or crushing an unwary predator.
If two titans meet, the result can be a legendary and bloody battle, with only one victor; a balanced confrontation that ends in exhaustion; or just roars and displays of strength that avoid direct clash. They do not speak. They communicate through roars, snaps, and growls. They act purely on instinct. Some seem to kill for the pleasure of the hunt; others simply out of hunger, territory, or irritation. They do not hesitate to kill.