DWC Creepypasta - Triceratops

I submitted this already, but i figured y'all would like to read it.

The day started as any other would. The countless visitors lined up excitedly at the imposing brass fences of Jurassic World always managed to bring a smile to my face. Patel and company had truly engineered a zoo of sorts, one that the world had never seen. Living, breathing dinosaurs were the main attractions - the animals in the lime light. I had been truly fascinated with these animals since i was very young. One of the first things that comes to mind from my child hood is when my mother bought me a little green and brown plastic triceratops figure. It's tail dragged on the ground, and its knees were in a crocodilian like pose. Something that, now that paleontology has advanced quite a deal, and now being the head Ceratopsian keeper, i now knew was quite inaccurate.

I jumped a chance when Patel had first approached me while i was working at the San Francisco zoo. I was in charge of the large mammalian herbivores(Rhinos, elephants and what not) at the time, and Patel had approached me with an offer that "was worth my while" in his words. I quickly accepted, but wasn't flown to any zoo or anything like that, as i had expected. Instead, i was flown to a minuscule little island off the coast of Costa Rica, an island dubbed "Site B" by Patel. I, along with the other animal keepers and handlers, was given an instructural pamphlet on the island, along with the species of dinosaur i was to observe. The mere idea of this was mind blowing, and of course i had my doubts, but at the same time i was estacic.

I spent a week on the island, following one of the smaller Triceratops herds through the dense jungle and the main meadow they stuck to. This herd consisted of about twenty individuals, mainly sub-adults and older females. The females stick mainly to their nests during the egg hatching season, and when the eggs finally hatch, the females are very aggressive. On one occasion, i saw a big female gore and disembowel a younger female, as she had gotten far too close to her babies. An animal of such beauty was capable of the most terrifyingly horrifying things, so it seemed.

My day consisted of the usual; Going on a twenty minute speech on how these animals lived and thrived, their herd dynamics, and how misunderstood they truly were. This speech was one i had completely made up when i started, yet it stuck in my head and i used it ten to fifteen times a day. I knew it by heart, it flowed so easily i've decided not to change it. Feeding time comes around noon, and that's the most interesting part of the day. The youngsters rush towards the automated feeders, getting their daily dose of lysine and some important minerals not found in the foliage in the Trike enclosure. The older animals usually ambled to the feeders once the younger ones were finished, and i would use this for to show the immense size of these ceratopsians.

The thought occured to me while i was giving my usual shpeel that today was vaccination day. I groaned, my shoulders sulking at the meer thought of it. "And that's all for now, sorry folks! it's time we give these big brutes their medicine."
The crowd dispersed, and i fumbled for my key card. With my other hand, i radioed the vet team. "Alright guys, let's get this show on the road" i said unhappily. 

Why am i obviously so thrilled to vaccinate the three horned plant munchers, you may be asking? well, that meant we would have to seperate the youngsters from the adults, as they are more prone to illness then the veteran members of the herd. Angry mama makes for an unpleasant time, and we just introduced three newly hatched babies about a week ago.

When the vet team finally arrived, i went over what i thought was a decent enough plan.
"Jeremy and Alex can go around the herd, see that big boy over there?" i said pointing to our resident bull Trike" He's gonna be pissed once we try to take his youngins' Hit him with 24cc of tranquilizer, same for the big girl to his right' After that, we shouldn't have too much trouble. Most of them should scatter, and we'll give the babies their vaccines."
The vet team nodded solemnly, they knew just like i did that we were in for one hell of a time.We entered the enclosure slowly. Ever so carefully, we made our way towards the herd. These things had terrible eyesight, but an acute sense of smell. They turn on a dime and gore anything they see as a threat.

Robert, the intern, was quite obviously shaken with the task in front of us. He had broken out in a sweat, and his hands were trembling as he held the tranq. gun. "Jesus son, keep calm. We have a job to do" i said briskly.
"Sit on that boulder and take your shot, right in the back of the frill would do nicely, but do it quick."
As soon as i said this, the big bull snapped his head in our direction. He lifted his six foot long head into the air, and bellowed. My heart dropped into my stomach as members of the herd began to scatter, the females sticking close to the youngsters and the others running into the shallow forest to the right. The bull came running right at us.

A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. "Jesus christ, shoot him! shoot him now!"
The gun went off, but the trike kept coming. His snorting breathes came coser, his feet making the earth shake slighly as he approached us. It was at this point that i knew something was about to go horribly wrong. 
Jeremy and Alex began to run, in different directions. Unfortunately for alex, the bull had targeted him.

"Robert goddamn it shoot him!"

"I'm trying!" he wailed.

He popped off another shot, but by then, it was far too late. The Trike had caught up with Alex, and from the terrifying high pitch scream that erupted inside the enclosure like an explosion, It was about to slaughter him. I caught a glimpse of a shape flying through the air for roughly ten to fifth-teen feet, before i realized it was Alex. The Trike was on him in seconds, goring him and helplessly pinning him to the ground. Jeremy watched from a distance in horror, sinking to his knees and wide eyed.

I pulled my revolver from my belt loop, and leveled the sights. I didn't want to kill him, but it was the only thing i could do at this point. I squeezed off four shots, hitting the big bull in the flanks and the base of the tail. He whinnied and reared, before running for the forest to join his herd. I dropped the gun and ran towards Alex, Jeremy had gotten there before me and was retching. "Jesus christ alex..." He trailed off before vomiting some more.

Alex lay face down on the ground, a horrific wound starting at the base of his spine and traveling half way up his back. His right arm was twisted at a grotesque angle, his face a deathly white. Being quite deep into shock, i fumbled for my radio. Then, remembering i had my cell on my hip, reached for that instead.

"Jeremy get Robby out of here. Go get Patel, or one of the assistant managers and inform them there's been an accident." I could here the own distress in my voice. IT alarmed me a great deal. Fingers shaking violently, i dialed 911. Things were about to change drastically here, at Jurassic World. I stared at Alex's body as the 911 operators voice chimed in my ear.