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I've noticed that in a lot of the combat poles Allosaurus doesn't end up getting many votes, but this thing should be doing better, it has a slightly weaker bite than a modern crocodile, but makes up for it by both being a pack hunter and having functional arms. Its fighting style is similar to a lion where it holds down a foe an bites the neck, meaning this thing pretty much destroys Carnotaurus. And most other carnivores with functional arms don't use them much in combat meaning against a Spino for example it could use it's smaller size to dodge attacks and slash back with its arms. They also could potentially take down a sauropod in a pack, so why does nobody think they can win a fight?
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Yes, my friends, it is here!
Last year I started pre-production on a short story that would tell the tale of The Cage, a mysterious structure that, in our main story, Malchom’s Woods, Joshua Malchom stumbles across on his way through New Mexico. There, in chapter 9, Joshua was abhorred by the scene of bodies, massacred only a few hours before his arrival, by a pack of creatures. In November, I started writing, and now, months of writing have come to this. I hope you guys enjoy this, I’ve put a lot of effort into this spin-off. This is also my first horror-themed take.
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NOTE: There are some scenes of gore here, which might not be suitable for younger audiences. With that, let’s begin!
Summer heat, the morning Sun, shining down on a lonely one...
Bleeding, dying, letting spirit go, done slaying that beastly foe...
Ten remained, though none survived, the time of reaping of souls had arrived...
Dragons, Basilisks, Serpents of old, come to devour those so bold...
The time had come, foretold by none, No where to hide, no where to run...
The desert quiet, the wind now died, The judgment of terror left no one alive...
Day 1: In The Year 2019...
Its hot. It's always hot. I guess that's what we get for being here. I’m sweating so bad, that my clothes are soaked. However, its actually good, because now I feel a little cooler, because its windy, and cool air and water on the skin is a blessing here in New Mexico. Jeff is talking to me, saying something about how most of the plants in the garden are dying, like I don't know we're in a drought; like I don't know there's a way to get water from the lake to use on them, but we barely have a way to get it back home. I glance at him, and he looks tired, and dry looking, as he leans against the fencing. I ask him when his father and uncle get back from hunting. They only go out for a few hours at a time. He says he doesn't know. They haven't been getting good food, so I shouldn't have hoped for having a normal-sized dinner. This drought is beyond terrible, and you know, its not the only thing to deal with. My mind strays to thoughts of why we can't leave. Dinosaurs, a sickness, and ultimately a drought. I wish we could leave... I think of the disease, BX: a name to dread, a name to fear, though we don't know what it means. It's a strange thing, a type of Virus I guess, that just appeared. I remember when everyone just up and left Lakewood. It does something to the animals, and to Humans as well. We're afraid of it, because can mutate, and, KILL. All I think of is how much I want to leave. But the dinosaurs are there. Where the heck did the dinosaurs come from? I know where they came from however(I visited the park they came from a few years before all this), but how did they get to the mainland? The news gave vague information of course: a little thing about some guy named Mills, another name, Lockwood, both dead, and both part of a shifty scheme gone haywire. But that was all you got, and soon it hardly mattered.
I think about how the old town used to be. It was small, but a nice, quiet place. Now its dry, and there's nothing to eat. That reminds me that I'm hungry: I tried to forget I'm hungry, so we don't eat too much; we need to conserve food. We had a small population of two-hundred, and now its a meek ten, comprised of three families:
1. The Reynolds, comprised of Jeffrey, his mother, Catty, his father, Ben, and his uncle Kyle
2. The Lynch's, comprised of Eric, and his two daughters, Michelle and Whitney
3. The Haysons(my family), comprised of me, Timothy, and my parents, Jack, and Amy.
We live in a group of houses--two on one side of the road, one on the other--inside of a man-made structure made from fences, constructed to be taller than two men. In the eastern section of the big thing, there is a garden. The garden is almost completely dead, and to the west part, rests the big entrance(made from salvaged telephone poles, and yet more fencing). The reason for the fences is, well, for protecting the group... protecting it from the dinosaurs.
Day 2: Living Omens
I'm sitting in a rocking chair, on the porch of the Lynch's residents. It's quiet around here, but the chair creeks, and there's a flock of ravens down on the ground, about three yards ahead of me. They're looking for food, just like us, which is too bad: They won't find any here. Birds always interested me, specifically the birds of prey like eagles and hawks. These birds are of no interest to me though. Ravens and crows: birds of decay, and omens of bad luck. I hear a voice behind me. Its Whitney, Whitney Lynch. She's thirteen, with brown hair, and bright blue eyes. She's a spitting image of her mother, whom died when Whitney was only four. Her name was Elizabeth, and she passed away in a house fire before they moved here. She says, "Sorry, we don't have any more." I had been sent by my own still living mother to ask them if they had any eggs to spare. We used to own chickens, but all of them are gone now. And so, we now instead look for dinosaur, or perhaps random bird eggs when we go out. Still, they're never as good as the true breakfast staples. I sit up, and tell her, "Thanks." She nods back, and says that maybe one day we can search for some stray fowl to bring back. I think to myself that we would probably eat them before even getting eggs. I don't say what I'm thinking, because I wouldn't want to destroy her hopes... at least she still has some. I start walking down the stairs, in the direction of my place, and at that very moment, I hear yelling. I perk up, and look around, seeing nothing, but eventually my eyes look towards the west, to see movement. Its Ben and Kyle, back from hunting, but... they're running, and behind them is one of THEM. I yell, to whoever can hear me to open the entrance. If we didn't hurry, they were going to die. I jump from the second step down, and sprint towards the entrance.
Out of the house behind me, comes Whitney's dad, and my own father, Jack from my house. They to see the two brothers out in the desert, running towards us. We finally make it to the gate, and start removing the telephone pole pushed against the gate, held in place by a stone, to keep it shut. Me and Eric role it away, as my Dad starts unlocking the chains which are in place as a fail safe. While he does so, the men are getting closer, and the thing behind them lets out a beastly roar. When the final chain is removed, they are just twenty or so feet away, and the gate flies open. We're yelling at them to hurry, but I can see the two are going as fast as they can. Finally, they make it inside, and now the thing that was chasing them, is just ten feet farther away than where they were when we managed to unlock the gate. Everyone was panicking now, the monster coming closer. By sheer chance it seems, we manage to lock the chains back in place fast enough. Then Kyle yells to everyone to pick up the pole. All together, we lift, our muscles burn once more as we put in place, but now we have two more pairs of arms to help. The poles in place, but we know what will happen next. By no one's orders, everyone bolts away from the fencing, and to their houses. I hope the fence holds.
The creature finally makes it to the fence. Its snarling, and roaring at us inside, agitated that we made it safely inside. Everyone is silent, as it paces back and forth, letting out bursts of hot air from it's mucus-draining nostrils. I hear someone yelling, and so I turn to my left, and see Ben loading his shotgun. It seems he wants to shoot the animal through the fencing. Not smart, because it may not hit it. I tell him to stop, that he's just going to waste ammo. Too late, he fires, and it hits the animal. As the spray comes in contact with the beast's face, it's moans. Now the thing's face is bloody, with little pits where flesh was blown off. In a fit of rage, it smashes itself against the fence, head first. People start to scream, but we know it will hold it back... maybe...
Eventually the animal goes away, barely injured. I'm glad it gave up. I thought the two brothers wouldn't make it. Some time later, everybody is calm, and we have our bonfire started in the middle of construction. Every night we make a fire, to detour the animals. We decided to start after we met them. That's also when we first started building the fencing. Every person is gathered around it, talking, sitting in camping chairs. Next to me is Jeffrey, and Whitney's sister Michelle. Jeff ends his talk with Michelle, and asks me what I know about the animals. He kind of surprises me, because we have been dealing with the animals for a long time, and just now is asking. Michelle speaks, saying: "They're monsters is what they are." I look over at her, and tell her that they're not. Michelle is sixteen. She has black hair, and hazel eyes. She is the youngest of us three, Jeffrey being seventeen, white(like us all) with black hair, green eyes, and I being seventeen as well, brown hair, and brown eyes. I explain to her that they're just predators, doing what they do. Jeff nods slowly in agreement once, and says, "Whatever, I still hate those things." I then respond to Jeff. I tell him they're Allosaurus. A type of Tetanurine Theropod, from the Late Jurassic period. He smiles and jokes about me being some whiz on prehistory, but I just remember what I learned when I saw them at the park. Chances were, I tell them, that the one we saw today is one of the animals I seen in the Park. The animal was also just a young male animal: the older females are worse looking. I myself have been the only of us three to see a female. The thought of the beast makes me shiver.
Day 3: Prickly Pears & Rodents
I'm standing in front of the garden, a small structure of wooden panels encasing a variety of dying plants. I've been selected to get rid of some weeds, and plant the last of the seeds we have left; Timothy Hayson: Weeder And Seeder... Oh well. I look around at the dead Tomato plants, and the still living(though just barely) Green Beans. I spot a weed, and pull it out with ease, it's a small, frail one, it's roots thin, hardly gripping the soil. This shouldn't take long.
Two hours later, and my hands are full of Cactus needles. It may seem strange for a person to have Cacti in their garden, but we grow Prickly Pear Cactus, that produce their watery fruit. I tried plucking some for lunch, and now my hands are stinging. These plants are the only ones that do okay, making them a favorite around here. We mostly eat them with spoons, scooping out the flesh of the fruit. They have been said to help with many bodily issues under Sun, like constipation, a thing I am currently not suffering from. We also use it to catch a rare, but nice meal. They're a type of herbivore I think are called Microceratus. They have a taste for Cacti fruit, and we set up traps made for raccoons to catch them. Tomorrow, myself, Jeffrey, and his uncle are going out to check the traps. It may seem weird to more proper people, but eating a reptile is what we have to do to survive. Now that I'm done with the garden, I leave the pile of weeds, with a bowl of prickly fruit. I head to my house, but I catch a glimpse of something outside of the fencing: a vehicle, a newer model of GMC. I think of how we have the gas to leave, but none of the vehicles work. One day, a time ago, when most of us had enough of this, we decided we were leaving. The next day, we found our vehicle's fuel lines were cut. Suspicion fell on everyone, from everyone. They never found out who did it, but most of us think Kyle did it, considering he was the one who wanted to stay the most. But I know he didn't do so, Kyle wouldn't do anything of the sort. However, I know who really did it. I go to my house, drop off the Pears with my Mother, and and see my Dad is busy cleaning up the house, and before I leave, he tells me, "Hey, be sure to tell Jeffrey and Michelle thanks for helping us." I tell him I will. We have been dealing with mice infesting our house, so Jeffrey volunteered to help us, along with Michelle. We fixed the problem from what we could see. Well, it seems I'll be heading out tomorrow, time to find something else to do.
Day 4: Trapping
I arrive at the other house at high noon, and Jeffrey is waiting for Kyle to get the rest of the equipment. He comes out, rifle in hand(for safety), and he says something about low ammo. That sounds great... Then we head out, going through the process of opening the gate. We set out, hiking to the three locations for traps. The first, which we reached in about ten minutes, is located in a grove of desert trees, a perfect spot for the dinosaurs we're trapping. We check the trap, and find it was set off. But there's no animal. I see that the cage is torn apart. There's blood everywhere, and small chunks of flesh. Kyle looks shocked, but at the same time, angry as hell. I say that something had tore the animal out of the cage. Jeff shakes his head, letting out a sigh, and he kicks a stone. Kyle mutters under his breath. "What do you two think it was?" I ask, and kneel closer to the cage. The whole top was ripped apart, giving easy access to the once existent prey. Kyle answers, aND little too loud, that it was THEM. By THEM, he meant the Allosaurs. "You know, I'm about fed up with them. I'm gonna start hunting those things instead if trapping small Triceratops..." I smirk, but he can't tell: like he would try hunting them. Kyle would be just like the meat chunks. I stand back up, dusting my hands of non-existent dust, (something I do for some reason) And let out a long breath. "What do we do with the trap?" I say. "The only thing we can do," says Jeff with a expression of defeat. "Is to trash it." "Can't we repair it?" "Nope, that thing's done for!" chimes in Kyle.
We leave the site, and continue on to the second place. To our amazement, and happiness, there is an animal inside. Kyle tries to kill it, taking it out by it's tail. The little dinosaur has a massive beak, which it uses to snap at his hands. Still, Kyle slits it's throat. The animal goes limp as it died. Me and Jeff look away, its too morbid to watch. "That means were going to have dinner!" says Kyle, smiling. Jeffrey says, "Yay, more Turkey-imitation meat." Jeff didn't like the meat, but everyone else thought it was fine. It had a strange, game-like taste, like that of Turkey, or other wild fowl. I took the animal, and put it in my bag, adding weight to my light load. Jeff is resetting the trap, placing more Prickly Pear inside. He says, "Jeez! Tim, did you clean these off good enough?" "They should be..." "Well, their most certainly not: I just got a palm full of these needles. Ouch..." "Alright, sorry I thought-" "C'mon, guys," said Kyle, interrupting our exchange. Next up is trap three, and the final trap...
We're in trouble. I, with the two next to me, are standing behind a old shed. In front of us, is a massive form: an Allosaur. "So, is that, uh, a female?" says Jeff. "Ya," I say. She's huge, over thirty feet, with massive spikes and spines coming from her back, neck, and head, sort of like a beast on a metal album cover. Her scales are a deep blue, almost blackish blue. She has scars all across her muscular, menacing form. Currently, she is trying to tear through the cage, that holds OUR food. We stay still, remembering something about staying still, because they can't see you. Don't know how true that is though. Whatever works, I guess. "I'm going to shoot her," says Kyle. "I can get a clear head shot before she finishes tearing apart the cage." "Your nuts!" I say, though a little to loudly. Kyle doesn't say anything else, and dramatically runs out from behind the shed, leaving us two in awe. Jeff yells at him to stop, but Kyle begins shooting at the dinosaur. She whirls, her massive bulk pivoting towards the man. He fires his hunting rifle at her face, hitting it, making it roar, and I see a bullet mark on the side or her face: Kyle only skimmed the side of her head. She snaps at Kyle, but he dodges, and keeps firing and of course missing. Then, Kyle manages to pop off a round right into the eye of the dinosaur, and it explodes with a burst of red. Kyle is caught off guard, as she turns, and swipes her tail, smacking it into him with a WHACK! With that, the Allosaurus roars, and sprints off into the desert, leaving us behind. "Kyle!" yells Jeff, running out from behind the shed. "Your a complete idiot, man," I say. Kyle groans, and roles over onto his back, revealing his front side, which shows a red stain. I realize he's bleeding, so I run over, and pull up his shirt: imbedded in his stomach, is a small spine from the tail of the beast. "Good Lord," says Jeff, not helping. There's a hole in his shirt(where the barb went through). I reach forward, and grip the spike, and pull. It comes out. Kyle moans as his front begins bleeding more. "How do we stop the bleeding?" I ask Jeff. "Here," he replies with uncertainty, taking out his handkerchief, "put it inside of the hole, or something." He hands it too me, and I quickly put it in, and Kyle moans from the pain. It is not very deep, but can he stand, I wonder? It doesn't seem like it went that deep. Kyle says, "Ya, man that hurts... well, I saved the food..." "Yay, good job, Captain Hero," mutters Jeff sarcastically.
Day 5: Corrupt Nature
Stegosaurs are funny creatures; They're big lizards with a pair of thagomizers(not sure what that means) on their tails, and large plates on their high backs. We see a certain herd that comes through here every now and then. Me, Michelle, Jeff, and Whitney are at the west side of the gate, peering through, watching the herd of Stegosaurus. "Why don't we see any other herbivores around here?" asks Michelle. "Probably not many left," says Jeff, scowling. I ask, "What do you mean?" "He means the Allosaurus killed them all," replies Whitney, who scowls as well. I think about that for a moment, but decide that's not it. Most likely they don't come around here because of the carnivores. The plant eaters stay away from the danger. I don't speak my pondering mind, however. Whitney then says she wants to leave. "We could if someone didn't cut the fuel lines..." Michelle tells her sister. Jeff shakes his head, and says, "I can't believe we haven't found out who did it." "Oh come on, Jeff, like we don't know who used their special pocket knife to trap everyone here." Jeff's eyes get big, and his face starts to turn a shade of deep red. "You shut up! It wasn't Kyle!" he yells back, and continues, "You know, it was probably your dad, he's the one who never really wanted to leave your dead mother!" I get tired of them arguing, and slam my fist on the fence, making it shake. "Enough!" I yell, glaring at all of them: I get angry when I'm reminded of the fuel lines. "Alright, alright," says Michelle. Then Whitney yells out, "Guy's, look!" We look: a young Stegosaur is coming are direction, for whatever reason. I can't imagine why it would come toward a large mass of fences. It arrives, and cocks its head, studying us four. It looks kind of unintelligent, but at the same moment, quite adorable. Its much smaller than the rest of herd, and I hope they protect it well, because the Allosaurus would love to get a bite off this one. "Its so cute," says Michelle, as she's reaching forward through the fence. Her hand touches the animal's head, but it doesn't flinch. She goes on rubbing the Stegosaur's head, and it seems to like it, because it's making low, gurgling sounds. We're startled when we hear a member of the herd let out a loud bellow. The Stegosaurs are getting nervous, and begin shuffling about. The infant animal in front of us is walking back to the herd, and probably to it's mother. Jeff says, "Wait, what's scaring them? I don't see any-" His voice stops. We're all hearing it: a terrible roar. I turn, and see coming from the left, a massive form: it's an Allosaur. "He's going to kill the baby!" yells Whitney. The young Stegosaurs looks to it's left, and sees the predator. It begins to run toward the herd, making panicked squeaking sounds. The Allosaur roars, and lunges forward. The baby isn't fast enough: the Allosaur grabs it in his hacking maw. It squeals, and an adult Stego moves forward the help, but out of the blue, another Allosaur appears, and blocks the animal from it's young. It's a pack of them, not just one! The second animal roars in the adult's face, raising it's forearms in attack position, sickle-like claws ready to tear flesh. The adult Stegosaur doesn't move, and becomes tense. Meanwhile, the other Allosaurus is hacking away at the screaming infant, slamming it to the ground to beat the life out of it. Jeff yells: "Get someone, they're going to kill it!" But we remain still watching in horror, and its swiftly bashed into the desert earth. The herd is in a panic, and is moving forward, but they don't see what we see. I spot at least ten more Theropods coming from behind the herd... they're going to massacre the herd. The adult Stegosaur makes his move, charging at the second Allo. The beast retaliates by sidestepping, and turning, giving him a bite of the thing's neck. It bites down, spraying blood on his face, and in it's unique manner, begins biting over and over again, hacking away. But the Stegosaur swings his thagomizers into the animal's face. They stab into the Theropod's side, and hip, causing it to pull away from the attack, gushing red. The baby is now dead, finally beaten to death, it's remains on the ground, in a pool of blood and a cloud of disturbed dust: the poor infant's grave. The Allosaur is trying to defend it's kill from the raging herd, which is moving forward. It is a scene of chaos, but I snap out of my shock and awe, stand, and start running to get someone with a gun. As I run, I hear the herd behind my back bellowing, and the dragons roaring...
I make it to my residence, who for some reason hasn't heard the chaos. The door is ahead of me, and I bust through, to find my Dad, Kyle, and Eric in the living room, talking like everything was fine. "Get the guns!" I yell, panting and sweating. Kyle asks, "Huh, what's wrong?" At that moment, Eric hears the commotion, and he leaps from his seat, heading toward the door. He looks out to see what I had came from. "Oh..." is all he speaks. My Dad and Kyle stand up, and do the same as Eric. They come to the door, and they're eyes open wide. "Get the guns, guys."
The herd is now being ravaged by the pack, and there has to be at least twenty Allosaurs now. They have the animals pushed together, and surrounded by the lizards. On the ground, lays the baby; lying still, but yet moving, for a younger Theropod is ripping away at the carcass. The reason the beasts don't wage a full out attack, from what I can see, is that they would get wounded severely by the Stegosaur's tails, all of which are facing the predators. I'm standing alone, for everyone left to hide, while the men get guns. I can't believe they are this close. If we don't fend them off, they might try to break in, and this place couldn't withstand the force of twenty or so dinosaurs. I hear rustling, and I turn to see Eric running up behind me with his 22. Long Rifle: his since he was my age, from what he told everyone. "They try anything yet?" he asks, scowling. Eric had a funny face, kind of hard to really describe, and when he scowled, his face almost looked like he was straining... strange what you think of in the worse moments. I reply and tell him no, and that I think we are not on they're menu for a while. If they kill a good portion of the herd, they'll have meat for weeks. "Well then," he sighs, while straining to scowl "it might be good to let them get the kills." Maybe, but then the place will smell like a dump. Well, let's hope they don't notice us.
Day 6: All Nightmare Long
My room is dark, gloomy, and perpetually silent. But, the silence is a gift; an offer of peace and quiet. I'm laying in bed, trying to sleep, but my mind is pondering. The peace gives me some time to ponder about the past few days, and even the past few years. You see, I, and the group have been through a lot. Ever since the government announcement that all Americans were advised to leave the states of Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas, we have been through really tough times. I remember when Michelle went out of the fencing in the night, to go on a stroll, and became lost. It took us two days to find her, and when we did, she was hiding behind a tree from a dinosaur. But the dinosaur was the crazy thing. The animal was some type of crested animal(I think it was called Dilophosaurus), and it had a really long arm that was not it's own: it was lanky, and at it the spot where the arm connected with the shoulder, it was rotten. The flesh was greenish-brown, and had small bits of flesh coming off. Beside that, the dinosaur had patches of skin that was not like the rest. In full, it was like a Frankenstein creature. We shot at it, and it ran. I asked my Dad what was wrong with it, and he said it was probably BX. So from what I saw, BX changed animals in some way that I myself do not understand. As well, there was the event of when we first met our nemesis. One day, in the hot of summer, we all were puzzled to find that our local dog--which was the Reynolds--Daisy, was missing. Two days later, me and Eric had found her remains a mile away... in a small pit. All that remained was a leg, some rib bones, and a few vertebrae, all still with meat attached. We almost keeled over, when we noticed other bones, and rotting flesh laying around the pit: scattered like toys. Eric surmised that it was currently the home to at least one carnivore, a dinosaur. We didn't know anything else, other than that it, or they, had killed Daisy. That was far from the end.
A day later, early in the morning, we heard roaring outside. Weary, and tired, some of us got up to investigate. Outside, in the rays of the rising Sun, were two Allosaurs, both males, fighting. They were dueling over mating rights no doubt, and their introduction into our lives were more profound than any of us could guess. Eventually, they started stalking around the houses, and we knew we were a likely meal on their menu if they had the chance. That's when we built up the fences. Afterward, some of us made the decision to leave, and were about to, when we discovered the fuel lines on all the cars had been cut. That part troubles me the most, be because I wish I had... wait, someone's screaming outside. I sit up, a cold sweat breaking out of me. Oh hell, it's Jeffrey...
I hear screaming from the direction of Jeff's house, and the sound of twisting metal. The room is cold, and I shiver as I jump up, and run out of my room, through the hall, and into the living room. No one is up yet, at least no in this house except me. I run out barefoot, not taking time to put shoes on. In fact, I forgot to even put a shirt on, and I run out in an undershirt, and sweatpants. The ground hurts my feet, it being just sand and gravel. The place is still, with the only sound coming from behind the house. I approach the house, run around the side of the house, and to the back yard. We had no fences around individual houses, and no gates, so I don't have to be slowed down. I make it to the back, the back porch light on, given barely any light. I look around. Nothing, I don't see... but I do see something: the section of the fencing behind the house is, well, GONE. THE FENCING IS GONE. There is a massive section torn away from the rest, and pieces of fence lay on the desert ground. I have never felt more vulnerable. It was torn down, ripped apart by something. And I know it was the Allosaurus that did it--nothing else would. "Jeffrey?" I say, for some reason being quite. There is no response, and the wind is blowing, making the limp fencing creak. I call again: "Dang it, Jeffrey, where the hell are you?" Then, out of the black night, I see a shape running towards me. Its running, and upright, which means... I come forward, and Jeff runs into me, collapsing. I grab him, trying to hold him up. Jeff is breathing heavy, really heavy, and he's bruised. "What happened?!" I say, helping him stand up, which doesn't help much, because he's completely limp. He says, "Dinosaur... it ripped... through the fence... I went to look---AGH!" He looks up at me, his face covered in bruises and dirt: "THEY'RE HERE, TIM..." I'm noticing a warm, wet feeling moving down my hand. I move it, and hold it up into the dim light, letting Jeff slump to the ground, but only a little. It's red. It's blood. I look down at Jeffrey, who is on his knees. "Jeff..." I look at where my hand was, on his side. It's bloody, the clothes torn, and... Jeffrey's arm is gone. I nearly throw up. All that is left, is a little flesh hanging from a stump, and white bone jutting jutting out from the muscle that is exposed. I realize that he was bitten, and had gone out to see what was ripping through the fence. And now Jeff is bleeding out, and going to die if I don't do something. I look at Jeff, who is slumped on the ground, bleeding, and dying. I have to get him back to the house, and fast. I grab Jeff, and try lifting him up. He is completely limp now, and it is nearly impossible to drag him back. "Jeff, come on, you need to try!" He moans, and says: "I'm done... Tim. I can't—" I hear a gurgling, nasal sound coming from the new entrance. I peer forward. Out of the black, comes a form, massive, rippling with muscles, and all too familiar... She roars, a terrible sound, a bellowing rage: a hatful sickening fearsome terror. The Matriarch's reptilian eyes see us, and have already decided death is a thing she must worship: and we're her sacrifice. I feel my heart stop, and my blood slow to a cold, and though the night is chill, sweat leaks from my flesh. We're going to die.
I begin dragging Jeff with an adrenaline rush as my aid, I have to save him. He is facing the Allosaur, and his eyes are wide, and full of fear, but he doesn't tell me to go faster. I put one arm under his armpit, and the other on his side, because his arm his missing. Jeffrey is saying, "Go, Tim... drop me, dammit!" "NO, I WON'T, I CAN'T!" "LEAVE ME, TIMOTHY!!" When he yells this, he coughs, and blood comes out his mouth, because now he is internally bleeding. As I drag him, he tries to shake me off, to get me to leave him. The Allosaur is now running toward us, only seconds away. Then, I realize that neither of us will make it, unless I drop Jeff. But I don't, and before I know it, she is upon us. When I see her, in this span of seconds, I drop him, not because he wanted me to, but because I see the jaws, dripping with saliva, and letting forth a rotten stench. I scream. Jeff screams. The Allosaur roars. She hits us with her head, knocking me backward, and onto my back with a thud. Jeff is grabbed by her maw by his legs, and I hear a loud CRUNCH! as she does so. I watch in horror, silent in complete trauma, as she drags him away, screaming. His fingers dig into the ground, and a look of sheer... I don't know what, something worse than horror. The Matriarch stops dragging him, and lifts him up, turns, and walks away, as he cries in pain, being dangled from her closed jaws like a ragdoll. She walks through the ripped fence, and into the night, like a phantom, Jeff's dying cries fading away, until I hear no more...
Day 7: In The Early Mourning
It is morning, at least, I think it is, because I'm not sure if I have woken up from the nightmare from last night. And the thing is, the nightmare was real, and now Jeff is dead, as well as Eric, my dad, mother, Whitney, Ben, and Catty. Since the event of last evening, we have been completely raided, outside, the majority of Allosaurus stalk around the houses, trying to find a way in. They used the hole in the fence to enter, and kill most of us. When I came to my house, everyone was awake, and I told them of what happened. Kyle, Ben and Catty couldn't believe their son, and nephew was dead, and all broke down in tears wailing. It was complete mourning, and we all were frightened. We all didn't know what to do next, since the fence was done for. We then knew what to do, when three Allosaurs came around the Lynch's house, and took out Catty and my dad, who were torn apart, we all made a run to all of our houses, traumatized from the attack. THREE PEOPLE WERE DEAD. Outside, I watched as the beasts tore apart the bodies, until I couldn't watch anymore... my father was now food, and my brain was shut down. This was our situation of the rest of the night:
Me, Michelle, and Eric were at my house, but across from us, was Kyle, in his house, with my mom and Whitney. And between us, a pack of Allosaurs feeding on our dead family. Afterward, a few hours ago, they all made a run to get to us, Kyle using his shotgun to bye some time. Whitney was instantly snatched up, and killed, and my last remaining parent was as well. Kyle was attacked, but only got his leg bitten, because Eric had ran out, and started shooting at the animal, it moved back, and Eric ran to help Kyle to the house, but Eric stayed back to fight off the oncoming pack, as I helped Kyle. He stood there, a frail man, firing his weapon at them, as one dinosaur grabbed him by the legs, and another by the torso, and torn him into two. I didn't watch that, only Michelle did, who screamed at the animals. Now, Kyle is laying on the couch, his leg bleeding, and going to die, and Michelle in the corner, staring off into nothing, I stand near the closed window, looking out at the ground between houses; a no-man's land of flesh, blood, organs, and bone. Body parts lay around, as the Allosaurs feed on what his left. Outside the breached fence, lay the remains of the Stegosaurs, which are still being fed on. Currently, there is a gaggle of young creatures, green in color(I think they are called Compsognathus). They're feeding on the bodies, limbs, and such. I watch a dinosaur, this one a juvenile Allo, comes to the body of my mother, and begins tearing apart the body. We're all going to die, I realize, and its only a matter of time. I walk away, crying, going over to Kyle. He's laying there on the couch, his face pail, a bleeding leg, crushed in the middle, around the knee, laying out, covering the couch with a red stain. "Sorry for making a... mess." he says, referencing, as well as indicating with his head, the blood stain. I reply: "It doesn't matter." He sighs. "What ya mean?" "I mean we're all going to die, Kyle, I mean..." "Perhaps, but that doesn't mean... we shouldn't stay positive, we... should not give up..." I look at him, and see that he is probably going to die soon, he's lost far to much blood. He breathes heavily, but slowly. "Hey," he says, breaking silence, "remember... when we went out to hunt for some food... and I found that one dinosaur with the... big head? I got pretty beat up, and had to have you drag me back? I remember how I was so negative, but it was YOU that kept pushing on... and telling me we would make it. "Jeffrey was my nephew... but I wish he had more positivity like you. And, you were the only one that wasn't family to say I didn't... cut the fuel lines... man, I wish I could find the guy... who did it, and knock him up the head... and..." I listen to him looking out toward the window, and begin to cry again. He's dying, and most likely has only a moment to live. I have to tell him. I turn back to Kyle. "Kyle, I should have told you, and everyone else, but--" I realize then, that he's already gone...
Kyle is now dead, I and Michelle are the only two alive, and she is far worse mentally than myself. I sit by him for a time, crying, regretting, wondering. I look over at Michelle, who is no longer so wide-eyed, and is standing in front of the door, far enough back so that an Allosaur wouldn't get a grip on her. "He's gone, Michelle." I say, with a trembling voice. "I know." She replies, as emotionless as a brick. "What now, we're the only two." "I know." "There's no more ammo, at least, there are only two shot-gun shells." "I know." I get angry. "You know? Can't you contribute something to the conversation? There's a chance we could escape at night, take the little food we have, and make a run towards the north, away from their home. After that, we could try to cross the state border." "There's no way that would work, Tim," She turns to me, a face of complete, and undeniable defeat. "we're done." "You're nuts!" I say, with a tone of astonishment. "Timothy Hayson," she returns, her face now irritated, and now addressing me as if I was under her authoritative guise, "those animals are waiting outside, waiting for any movement of life to come out of these houses. They know we're here, and know we'll make a good meal." Inside, I know she's right, but the last words of Kyle caused a spark of hope to arise in me, and really, I think we might have a slim chance that we should take. "Listen, what are we going to do if we stay here, rotting. Soon, and VERY soon, we'll starve; we have only a few more steaks from the trapped animals, and a couple cans of soup. Come on, Michelle, if there is a chance, we need to take it. Why die here?" "I'm not starving, I have nothing to look forward to, and... there's only one answer." With those words, she begins walking out the door, staring out at the scene of hell. I watch her, in astonishment, and then realize... "MICHELLE, NO!" I scream, jumping up and running toward the door. When I get there, Michelle is already standing outside, exposed to the evil world of primordial carnage. She stands there, as I watch, wanting to grab her, but too afraid to risk my own life. Why did she do this? How could she just let them take her? I never thought I see Michelle so hopeless. "What are you doing?!" She looks at me, turning to give me a face of despair. "My sister and dad are dead, and all around me: I might as well join them." She turns away, and faces an unseen thing... "Bye, Tim." I'm watching as a shadow comes to us, invited by her choice, and towering over her. I look up, to see what I already knew was there: blue scales, sharp spikes and horns, and a head covered in scratches and scars. Its the Matriarch. She's looking at Michelle, who looks back, her face now fearful, but accepting. The Allosaur is growling a deep guttural sound, and then roars, a sound that pierces my eardrums. The monster reaches down with her big head, grabs the silent Michelle, and shakes her body. I turn away, and start running to the back of the house. I hide in my room, in complete panic. I'm the only one left. Michelle's dead, and everyone else had already been killed. I begin to ponder over what Michelle said about how the place was completely surrounded. The Allosaurs would be waiting for me, unless. A thought comes to my mind, and I think of something long forgotten... I think I know how to deal a blow to the animals.
I run from my room to the back door. I look out the door after cracking it, seeing nothing. With that, I walk out looking left and to right. All of a sudden, there's a feeling in the air, that seems to slay the last bit of jubilation I could summon. I'm searching the backyard, until I see it: a long metal rod, tapering at the end to a deadly point. When everyone else was alive, Eric and my Dad had the idea to craft a spear for a weapon, and they made one. However, they never used it. That is, THEY never used it. Who said I wouldn't? I'm going to try to kill the Matriarch, and possibly scare the beasts, if they saw their leader killed by a human. I think there is a small chance it will work, but I need a lot of luck, and most likely a cosmic glitch to get me to pull it off. I have a strong right arm, so I know I would be able to throw it. I walk over and grab the spear, feeling the cold metal against my equally cold hand. I lift it up and carry it back into the house. I'm at the door now, looking out, holding the metal projectile in my hand, realizing that it actually quite heavy. I take a deep breath, and yell, closing my eyes. "HEY OVER HERE! COME GET IT!" I see no Allosaur to signal to, but if there are any around they will come running, and sure enough, I'm watching as one comes out from behind the former Lynch's house, and I see it is the Matriarch herself, her evil presence coming with the physical terror. She sees me, and roars, saliva draining from her jaws that I would fit right into. "Ya, that's right, over here..." She comes at a run, hoping to grab me before I get inside, as she arrives, I feel sweat break out on my skin, and that fear of death so familiar. Ten feet, eight... STRIKE. I throw the metal spear, aiming for her chest, hoping to puncture her lungs. It flies, aimed right at her, and hits the mark... but doesn't go deep. She roars in pain, and stops, only a few feet away. The Matriarch grabs the spear with her long arms, and clumsily pulls out the thing like a person would a thorn. I then realize my mistake. She grapples the metal pole, and tosses it aside in a creepily human manner. Her chest bleeding, she attacks, and I'm frozen still as she grabs me by the side with her jaws, and I feel searing pain. The world twirls, as I am thrown off somewhere, until I hit the ground, and feel metal fencing hitting me as well. I almost blacking out, as I lay here, but I push myself to not do so. I regain full consciousness. I'm trying to sit up, and my body racks with pain. I manage, and lean myself up against the fencing, making a uncomfortable support. My leg is numb, and the reason: the lower part it mangled from the Allosaur's bite, which also got some of my torso. Both are bleeding out. I never thought I'd end up like this. Oh, God, its all over. Now I am really going to die. I feel my body start going to cold, telling me death is near. Around me, I notice, are the dinosaurs, watching me from a distance in the compound, and directly in front of me, is the Matriarch, chest bleeding, and hate burning in her dark green, wicked eyes. She is standing there, saliva still leaving her maw. The monster is watching me, wanting to end me, which she will do any moment, among the crowd of subordinate scum, who cower, and will appreciate her even a more once she eats me. I close my eyes, waiting for the strike of finalization. But I open my eyes for some reason, and see our of the corner of my eye... I see... the spear. When the Matriarch had thrown it away. It had landed a few feet from where I am now. I light ignites in me once more, telling me what to do. I can still do what I had to. And that was get revenge. She roars, her coals of disposition being kindled one time more. The Allosaur charges, running at lightning speed. Its now or never, and never is a word I don't use. I reach to my left, sprawling, and grab the weapon. As she makes her final strides, I sit up, my last bit of adrenaline burning, and aim the spear, positioning the butt against the ground, and my hands steadying it. I scream: "DIE, YOU WHORE!" She makes her final stride, aiming her head at me, jaws wide, welcoming a projectile turned javelin. The spear pierces the neck through the mouth, and her force drives the pole deeper into her rotten body. I feel, and hear muscles ripping, blood gushing, and bone cracking, as the spear pierces her. The Matriarch's roar that she had made turned into a gurgle, as her recently vacated corpse collapses, almost hitting me. I smell her evil body. The Matriarch is dead.
The crowd of Allosaurs that had appeared, watching with baited, but yet rotten breath, had dispersed after they had seen their queen slain. And so, the result leaving me alone. Everything is quiet, except for the wind, which blows. The Sun is still present, witness to it all. In front of me still, lays the body of a dinosaur, deader than death. A pool of blood is pouring from her mouth, and I am laying in it. The blood is mine as well. I feel the world going cold, though it is warm. I begin thinking of my success. I managed to get the revenge for everyone... but I feel as though there was more I could have done, and truly there was. If the fuel lines had not been cut, we would have made it. But know, nine are dead, and the tenth, myself will be either meeting them, or not existing at all; I don't know. But there is a thing that burns my soul before death. Something that can never be fixed, and... its that... I was the one that cut the fuel lines. All the blame had gone to Kyle, and even until his death, he never knew who had caused him the rebuke, and all the time, it was someone he knew as family: Me. I had cut the lines because I didn't want to leave, I didn't want leave my home. I never thought my decision would lead to this, this... massacre. No one knew it was me, and I never got to tell anyone what I had done. Nine people's blood are on my hands, but not even my act of revenge could redeem me. I begin to cry as I think of it. Why? Why was I such an idiot? However, there is nothing I can do. What is done is done, and I come to except my death. I look to the sky, wanting to see someone, and say, "I'm sorry..." I wonder if anyone will ever find out what had happened, and something tells me it will be found. And so, my world is going black. I accept the end, tears running down my face, and take my last breath as life leaves me. I have come this far. So now a coldness is coming over me, but yet a warmth remains in me. Everything fades away, as I say goodbye...
I hope you guys enjoyed the story! Please leave your thoughts below.
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We know that there were 5 Allosaurus saved on the Arcadia and 1 other juvenile died during Mount Sibo’s eruption. We know that, of the 5 Allosaurus we know were saved, 4 were juveniles and 1 was adult sized. It has been stated by the makers of Battle at Big Rock that just 1 year after the eruption, a juvenile grew to adult size. So, was there another (possibly not saved) adult on Isla Nublar that bred, or were younger batch of Juveniles grown after that 1 adult.
If if you ask me, I think this in line with large carnivore aging in the franchise, as the Tyrannosaurus reach maximum size at 5 years old and the highly modified, Masrani era Indominus Rex reached full size at 3 years. Natural born Allosaurus born after the Indominus outbreak could potentially be mature at 4 years after the incident.
What do you think?
Hello people and today there is a new Allosaur species called Allosaurus jimmadseni which was discovered in Utah and its has some difference's from others Allosaur's for example a more slender skull and a shorter nasal crest it also grew to 26 to 29 feet so we are please to welcome this Dinosaur to the allo family.
Hello my fellow JP/JW Wikians, and Woodians! It’s been a while, but I would like to announce a new project that is nearing completion!
It has been almost a month since the release of Malchom's Woods chapter 12, which did unbelievably, and extraordinarily good, and rejuvenated the fan base for the novel. However, I have kept everything else hush, and I think it is time to reveal the new project, that I have been working on in secret for a few months now:
The Cage: A Malchom's Woods Story!
This work is a short story, ranging around 5,000 words, and will be the second spin-off to the novel. Whereas The Distance Beyond, was a more drama-themed story, regarding the life of Alexander before the events of MW, this story will not be close to that. And while the Distance Beyond told a prequel tale, The Cage will tell a story that was deeply rooted in chapter 9 of Malchom’s Woods, therefore, taking place during the novel's 1st and 9th chapters.
In chapter 9, Joshua and Ember come across a group of houses surrounded by a massive fence in a town in New Mexico called Lakewood. There, they find a group of bodies, and a dead Allosaurus, killed by a young boy named Timothy, who died in the Lakewood Massacre, but not before he slayed the animal. This story, will be about him, Timothy Hayson, his friends and family, and their last seven days alive in The Cage, before they were all killed by the pack of Allosaurs.
It will cover the story throughTim’s point of view(first person), but present-tense, a quite hard way of writing, that I think I pulled off well.
The thing that sets this apart from my other works, is that this is a horror-themed story, and will feature much more gruesome, and dark themes than MW, and TDB:AMWS did.
Anyhow, I will be releasing the story within two weeks from now, and I know you guy’s will love it. But if you want to see a little more on it, here’s a link to it's page on the Jpfanon wiki:
Be sure to comment down below on what you think, and leave a ❤️!
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Hello. I really like dinosaurs and JP\JW. My favourite dinosaur is Allosaurus. My favourite dinosaurs from JP\JW are Spinosaurus,baryonyx,Indominus and Indoraptor. So...would you like to introduce yousrelves to your new buddy?
This is the last episode of JW Motion Comic. This contains spoilers read at your own risk.
So, this takes place right after Battle at Big Rock. This is sadly (or not sadly to some) probably the last episode of the series. Because it says, “The End” instead of “To Be Continued...”. So what happened, it first shows the news report of Battle at Big Rock event. Blah blah blah. Allosaurus attacks them, ramming the van to a tree, killing the driver. Rebecca runs to a tree, she left her phone outside and it gets destroyed.
Rebecca remains silent but the Allosaurus senses her and they look at each other right in the eyes. Then it ends there.
Does Rebecca die? I’m pretty sure she will survive, yes the skull can fit inside the tree, but she was backing up so the Allosaurus will try to attack her but it will fail and it will leave her alone. But what do you think? Before we go, I’m going to say Nasutoceratops looked weird.
Hello my fellow Woodians, and welcome back to another MW post! This is something new I wanted to try: A quiz. I thought it would do pretty well, and would be something for the readers to interact with. But, there will be a prize for the users who get 5 of the 7 Q’s correct! The prize will be a sneak peek at chapter 13: Awakenings! The chapter has yet to be written, and is in the pre-production stage, but when I do complete the first heading, you will get a private look at it. With that, please do not cheet by checking the Jpfanon Wiki, and let’s begin!
Who Were The Members Of The First Velociraptor Pack?
Ember, Delta, Bengal, and Echo
Ember, Bengal, Charlie, and Sunshine
Delta, Ember, Sunshine, and Bengal
A-2, V-2, Ember and Delta
What Was Joshua’s First Dangerous Encounter With A Dinosaur?
Joshua Malchom’s First Human Contact Was With The Cartel Members.
Ember Joined Joshua Because:
He liked Humans
Joshua had food
He was forced too
He needed to be part of a pack
Ember Was Originally Going To Be Called:
Eric Marshall Witnessed Pteranodons In Las Vegas
What Bible Books and Verses are Joshua's Battle With The Spinosaur Based On?
Daniel chapter 7:7/21 and Revelation 13:1-7
Well guys, send in your answers, and maybes you’ll win!*Two Finger Salute*
Yes ladies and gentlemen, you read it right! 5 months later, and it is finally here!
Welcome back my fellow Wikians, and sub-order of Woodians! It has been months and months since chapter 11 was published, leaving readers in the dark for that time. However, it is finally here, and this one is going to be a banger.
I don’t just say that, I mean that. First of all, it’s a unholy 8,500 words! Giving me space to pack in a lot of content for the fans. Also, I have included all the special things for the different tastes of readers, which will no doubt make this one special. Well, I shouldn’t delay any longer, because another minute, and we’ll be even more overdue. With that said, grab some popcorn(optional), and begin chapter 12 of ...
The night that is not night
It was 1:23, but Joshua didn't know it. It was morning, but the Sun had yet to rise. To Malchom, it was night, and he had only gotten a few wee hours of sleep. He stood in the doorway of his hotel room, his side resting against the door frame. He was looking out to the parking lot, and then further to the road, his best friend, and worst enemy; his trail of destiny unknown. Josh was not alone here, however, for there was a herd of Ceratopsians outside that he was watching. There must have been about twenty. Nine of them still in their ripe youth, eleven adults, varying from elderly to not much more experienced than the young. He just stood watching the young ones play, who no doubt were thinking that life was perfect. It was not. Joshua, and the wiser members of the herd had spotted an Allosaur, right in it's prime age, which was not good, because middle-aged Theropods were not always cautious, and could cause trouble. The Allo was not very young itself, it being seen so, because of the knobs and spikes starting to grow out of it's back and head, trademark of this InGen Tetanurine. The man and the herd watched the creature. Joshua had originally intended to come out of his dwelling to watch the majestic animals, but now he was making sure the Theropod didn't try anything. He didn't know what a shotgun would do to an Allo(his former weapon(another shotgun) didn't do anything to the Spinosaur), but he thought it could injure it. The Ceratopsians he was with, he guessed, were Nasutoceratops. They were relatives of the Sinoceratops, of which you could see grazing every now and then in his home region of Texas, a place so very far away now... the Nasutos were unique animals: these large Centrosaurines were the only known members of their vast group to not have a large nasal horn. In point of fact, it actually had two large brow horns, much like that of a Trike. The horns themselves were one of a kind, because they started to grow sideways, but then turned forward, forming pair of horns like that of a Bull's.
The Allosaurus finally left, quietly walking off into the morning that was night, yet still was. Joshua was an early riser, that's why he was up now. He had always had a fondness for how when you wake early, it was dark, like it was night. And, you were not as tired as you would be if it was late evening. He liked the nighttime, so the hours between 1:00 and 5:00, were his favorite time of day. One of the pluses of of waking up at the same time as a trucker, was the sacred Sunrise over the seemingly flat horizon. The unique fiery ball of death, that could still bring life, had risen well over two million times, according to the ancient reckoning of the late Irish-born Archbishop, James Ussher, who pinned the start of time in his literary work, the Annales Veteriset Novi Testimenti. More said, the Sun, and much more so the morning, was held sacred to the Jews in the late second century BCE, that they even wrote a prayer, or more properly a hymn, celebrating the times of day, stating(in Dead Sea Scroll, fragmentary form):
"Thou who art ...to bring out... who had created the morning as a sign to reveal the dominion of the light as the boundary of the day time... for their work."-Dead Sea Scroll 4Q-4o8, Fragment 1
Still, the rising of this heavenly body, orb in shape, and glorious in appearance, was always gorgeous; it's faint light breaking into the gates of deep night, into a realm of shadow, as the Star's light turned a deep orange, while the black sky gave way to a dark royal purple, and finally into blue, while only lasting the shortest time, but still being worth the early rising, being accompanied with heavy eyes, and the ever chilly, crisp air of wispy twilight...
The Sun was now partially visible to Malchom's eye, and the Nasutoceratops were getting ready to move on to other lands. Still slumped in the doorway(shotgun no longer wielded in hand) he listened to the Birds in the tall trees, and the snorts of bustling dinosaurs. Josh had turned the radio back on, and it was playing the same three minute, twenty-second song that played when he had went to sleep. He felt a nudge on his side: it was the raptor. It had startled him from his trance-like state, and it seemed it wanted food. The Dromeaosaur had his head pressed up against his side, in wanting, like a Dog. "Hungry?" Josh asked the animal, with a tired pronunciation of words. He straightened his posture, his neck slightly cracking from being in the position for a tad too long, and fished out of the warm, dry ocean called his pocket, a strip of jerky: the raptor's daily meal, though not just one per twenty-four hours. It was also his last piece. "Last one, pal..." He handed the food to the Saurian, and it ate the meat delicately, offering it to his jaws, and sat down just beside the man.
It was now 5:47, But Josh still did not know what time of dusk day it was. He was leaning over the hotel room's small sink, shaving, after just brushing his teeth. If you could call it shaving that is, because he only had a pair of dull scissors. He was merely trimming the short beard that had formed since the evacuation. Josh had only trimmed it once, and it had grown back long enough to be gotten rid of. At least, the most of it he could get off with scissors. Oh, how he missed utensils of the civilized world over three hundred miles away. As he groomed the evidently drained-of-energy face that was his own, the raptor stood at the door, which was widest open, watching some little Saurians scamper about. They were the same species as Edward's pet(Alexander, a Microceratus), and they were also smaller distant cousins of the recently-departed Nasutos. That wandering thought brought another: Mr Stevenson's paradisaical cooking. Joshua was going to make his own lower-quality food, but his mind, as well as empty stomach, had want for bacon and eggs once a more.
Thirty plus minutes later, he, his face tamed, got ready to eat a cold breakfast. The food was not his "Break of the fast", for since waking, he had eaten small food items such as, but not limited to, stale-flavored protein bars. First, however, he went into the bathroom and changed: he changed into jeans, a clean t-shirt, and a not so clean, blood-stained flannel jacket. The red was from the presently postmortem Deer he had skillfully killed back in Glen Rose. He thought of the parasite-ridden thing... oh, so delicious indeed. Finally, he put on his worn boots, and left the bathroom. He then made his way to the small table and sat where his wholesome breakfast was waiting: a peanut butter sandwich with a side of potato chips. The same he had had the previous night, but with fried potato slices as a bonus. He ate, but grateful of the option to even eat.
He finished eating his meal, and a time later, he had loaded up everything into the blue Bronco. His companion had already gotten inside, so he was ready. After doing one last check to make sure his belongings were all accounted for, he said goodbye to comfort, and got in the vehicle. He drove away leaving his last place of sanctuary behind him... with his leaving, the clock of black fate started counting down... he was running out of time...
Dinosauria Historia, and Ember's journey
As they departed their old dwelling, Ember yawned quietly, and then tried to stretch in the small area of the back. The windows were not yet rolled down, and it was chilly in the vehicle. These mountains were the coolest place he had ever been in, for he had always lived in the dense jungles, and only visited the desert(that truly was his specie's natural habitat). Though he was a Reptile, Ember's blood was warm like that of a Bird's. Velociraptors(and the whole complex family of Theropoda, and possibly their extinct close relatives, the Silesaurids) were actually closer in bodily function and form, to Avians than to true Reptilians. Some, but not the InGen clones, had fluffy fibers, and even more had feathers. That meant Ember had more control over his body temperature than a Lizard did it's own. A vast history has been built around the blood of dinosaurs, stretching back to their discovery, even though it was not recognized fully. Originally, dinosaurs were seen simply as old, dumb creatures, of which most was known. And whatever else there was to know? Well, that was unimportant. A view of these animals partially similar to our modern, intellectual understanding, was prominent for a short time, when the "Terrible Lizards" were first being pulled from the Earth. The scientific view, created by Richard Owens, the true discoverer of this new genus, the one who pinned the term "Dinosaur", and the arch nemesis of Charles Darwin(from which there was much hate from the latter to the former, but none from vice versa), was that these creatures were versatile and active, Bird-like, terrible beasts of old, which had gone extinct. This, of course, was not always excepted by uneducated Humanity. It also, along with what the new animals were, brought upon the supposed error in the concept of extinction.
During the latest 1700's, and most of the 1800's, it was common knowledge that animals, with no exception in genre, could not, in any way, cease to exist. They're argument was that the divine creator, God of the duality testaments in the Holy Scriptures, as well as universe, was perfect. Though it was a simple fact that shouldn't affect the possibility of the disappearance of life forms, it was used to combat the emerging theory. It, the theory, was considered severely heretical to state this newly christened, blasphemous concept as true. Eventually, the public had time to consider the world around them, and they soon excepted the theory now turned law; it was believed that extinction was God's will; his engagement on the animal kingdom: it was mostly believed that the new creatures discovered, such as Mammoths and other large Mammals(along with dinosauria) went extinct by Noah's flood. Now that extinction was accepted, another question that could have been asked, was what were they? Big Lizards, or something written of in olden works? The earliest conclusions on fossilized bones, of Whales and Mammoths, were that they were,
A. Massive Crocodiles or Whales.
B. Fallen Angels of the Two Hundred whom came in the days of Jared
C. The bones of Giants that Moses briefly spoke of, but that Enoch exhaustively wrote a history of.
Of course, they were later known to be of animals long extinct. The oldest scientific view, mentioned before, was then made but forgotten swiftly. The reason being because the area these creatures were being studied and criticized in, was Victorian England. The Victorians believed in the inevitability of progress. So, they turned the things into lethargic, brutish, fat, and ugly Lizards, from a primitive past, that died out from their own failure to just exist. They were inferior to all ahead in time. This view made the dinosaurs cold-blooded...
Had, let's say, a Victorian were to be told that Ember was a member of that recently-discovered species of Reptiles, they would say it could not be so, that it must be some other, non-Reptile creature, that it just had the appearance of one, or they would state that the dinosaur was the work of the Morning Star. Yet, more can be said regarding the Velociraptor. Ember, though already very much Bird-like, lacked three things: feathers, non-pronated wrists, and flesh around the skull that was not shrink-wrapped as if he was malnourished; that he had no food(which he had in ready supply). All three of these notable differences, came from the genetic manipulation, the cloning process used by InGen. Since the DNA extracted out of Amber and/or fossil material, was in fragments, the company under the gauze of Dr. Henry Wu, filled the gene gaps with the DNA of Amphibians, Crocodilians, and Avians, the fewest usage of which, being the most latter. This, of course caused genetic changes in the clone, during it's delicate and innocent embryonic stage.
Ember in himself, could be the topic of much conversation, which would last quite a spell of time...
Ember sat in the traversing vehicle still, now pleasantly warm. The change in temperature came from the fact that they were in the desert now, the highest desert, specifically in the mountains south and slightly right to where they had rested for the short deep evening. The mountains here were not the shady, lush, forest-bearing ones, but of Cacti. Every peak, small and large, was home to the many special groupings of this desert plant genre: the Saguaro Cactus, the most prevalent; the most common, and the tallest. Some growing large, reaching much taller than a large man. They had arms that grew outward as a natural norm, but started to grow in random patterns, up, down, and the such. However, they mostly grew out, and immediately upward. There were also Ocotillo Cactus, which were unique with their long arms, growing out with thick barbs, and small petals unique to their kind. In the mountains as well were Barrel Cactus, who's bulky form was armored with intertwining barbs thick as the fingernails of man. There were many unique varieties of Cacti here, so many in shape and vast size, as there are within the confines of animal kind itself. Though diverse, the Flora was sparse, but the little amount of vegetation, with the rocky, earthen landscape, gave the scenery an impression that you had the open freedom to roam, which you could. As they drove onward, Meaty stayed silent; said nothing at all. With no sound but the vehicle they were within, Ember watched the aforementioned beauty of the Earth go by swiftly. He thought of how the rock formations formed. Yet, he couldn't come up with a explanation. So his mind pondered more, and changed from pondering to questioning, and to remembering...
He began to recall in detail of mind, how he had got here, in this vehicle, with a Human. It had begun when he had climbed onto the boat, a thousand miles away it seemed. He was surprised the two Humans didn't attack him, but instead sailed the boat away from his burning home. Soon, they were approaching the first sight of new land Ember had ever seen. But, to his concern, there were more Humans on the land, and he feared they may try to harm him, unlike his transporters. He made the decision to go overboard, and swim. He didn't look back as he swam, far away from the area of land with a population. He swam along the coast, getting closer to the land every now and then. Soon, he came to an area without any Humans, and only vegetation. He felt a thrill of exploring this new world; this place of mystery. He may even find new creatures like himself, but he wished he could have told his younger self it wouldn't be so. He travelled in the jungle for a year, avoiding people and civilization at all costs. He saw many varieties of creatures he had never seen, and had killed several for food. This new world was a dream for him: plenty of larger food, shelter, peacefulness, and no Humans. Still, Ember wanted to find more of his kind, but it never occurred. The raptor traveled nomadically for twelve-score months, until he reached the desert parts of the new world. He spent little time here, and he moved to the farthest reaches of the known northern lands, where he came across the town. Two prominent things he noticed were that there were no Humans at all, and there were many animals he recognized from his island. However, he believed that they couldn't be the same ones, but a separate population, undiscovered by Humans. Ember, unknowingly believed that he was the only one that survived the apocalypse that ravaged his home. He occasionally thought that maybe one of his kind survived, but he knew better. There, in the deserted place, he stayed for a few days, until that fateful day, when he had met Meaty. Ember wondered what would have happened to him, had he not traveled with him. Ember actually would have hated to leave the Human alone. Ember had already saved the man twice, and meaty had offered him care he hadn't been given since his life as an infant. Most of the raptor's life, he had been a reject, an outcast, starting with his old pack, and with Wu. But, this simple Human, had given him sweet hospitality in a sour existence. The Dromaeosaur had at first despised Meaty for the most part, but in the past several days, he had started to feel a part of his heart being carved out for the Human. He had already nearly died for him, and him for Ember. He had realized that this Human was a true friend, and a member of their company. They were the two outlaws, who were surviving together, guilty of the crime of survival. It seemed that everything had wanted to stop him and the man, and furthermore, it became clear they were truly meant to be together, through thick and thin. Ember now understood that one couldn't exist without each other, and he now made commitment to stay with the Human, no matter what, and to fight with him, wherever they were going. It was truly amazing that in a few days time, both man and brute beast were allies, though unlikely, in a dismembered husk of a world, bent on their breaking.
Pondering until the end...
Joshua was a pondering man. To say it again in finer speech, he himself was a thinker of much; one individual soul to ponder many things. He truly had his head in the moisture of the clouds, but positivity was its product. Josh was not a thinker of solving the milestones of science, but of personal knowing. He occasionally found himself thinking of the most trivial things, compared to his situation. Still, those topics of such said, were, of course, the most intriguing sort, ranging from historical, scientific, and philosophical. Currently, Malchom was thinking of three things, all seemingly distinct(which—of course—they were), but each evolved into a new thought of mind.
Joshua kept his steady eyes on the road, only looking away periodically, to see anything he could. He shifted the vehicle, and shifted himself, making his healing leg more comfortable. Josh glanced at the mountain range he drove through, at least, a small portion of it. The view made Josh remember the importance of these high places to ancient peoples, and to today's religions. A person may see a mountain as a good hiking spot, but to, let's say, a neo-historic Mesopotamian, a large hill was where his gods dwelt in rule and judgment. In the past, mountains were used as places of worship for the ancients, and sacrifices were offered here. If your were to hear the term, "High Places," it would refer to a mountain. Since mountains were believed to be holy places, shrines were built upon them, so they could pay homage to the deity of which they offered their lives to. The highest known religious monument in the wide world, was located on a mountain called Hermon, a mount located in Lebanon, that rose well over nine-thousand feet above the ground, was made by the Canaanite peoples to worship El(their highest deity), who existed with his seventy Tidanu(Titan in Greek) children. The place also had importance to the Hebraic and Islamic Arab cultures, who the former came to the eastern Levant twice, believed that the mountain was the place where a group of fallen Angelic beings ascended to wreak havoc a primordial world. Even so, the later cultures built a temple at the base of the mountain, dedicated to the Goat god, Pan, that stands to this day, along with the temple on the peak, and is famous for being in what is called Pan's grotto(a large cave in the rock face). Peoples through time gave great importance to mounts, and when they had no way of building a temple on one, they made their own in the form of stone Ziggurats of fertile Babylonia, and the temples dedicated to the personas of the Sun and Moon, located in the South American jungles. The earliest known record of a artificial mountain comes from the widespread story of the tower known as Babel(which was erected by a king named Nimrod, son of Kush), who started the project, but to his failure, it was brought down to ruins before completion, and in truth, the remains still exist in the Iraqi city of Iridu. According to a Rabbinic text, it took a day to walk around the structure when still standing, but this could be a mere exaggeration. This tower was the first Ziggurat(a mountain for a god made by the hands of man), and it can be shown to be so by it's name, Babel which means "The mountain of god". In the very state Josh was in, a mountain called Graham was one of the holiest mountains to the Native Americans, of whom believed a white man with a beard came down on a silver disk, on mount Graham to make the world. Other tales include a mountain range near to Malchom, the Superstition Mountains, to be the place where a group of prehistoric Humans momentarily escaped a global flood, and drowned, leaving this old version of Humanity extinct. Man has had a fascination with the peeks for his entire existence, and we still worship on mountains today, in the form of observatories, where he worship the Stars by giving them our curiosity, and our constant wonder. Joshua went over this long escapade of thoughts, and it lead to him thinking of how the mountains were truly quite a pleasant sight, but they could conceal two things: cartels, and BX. Though he doubted there were cases of BX in the premises, he was wary of the cartels and gangs, who, if they got the chance, might attack him here in the range. BX still was a problem, and he hoped he was right, meaning he hoped that it was a water, or still worse, airborne Viral disease, and that his gasmask could protect him. Still, there were chances it was spread otherwise. The interesting thing about BX, was that it managed to infect the dinosaurs, and make them its main carriers. It was quite funny how people a few years back, were trying to keep the animals alive, but Joshua wondered that if someone saw a dinosaur outside of the BX zone, they might kill it, because the disease. Back then, they worshiped their Reptile gods, and he remembered himself saying, "They wouldn't if one started chasing them." Now the dinosaurs were threats to mankind, and most likely very few held a pro-dinosaur view. Maybe Josh was wrong, but he didn't think it. These things Joshua thought of, while he drove on to his destination.
From the sky in a Bird's eye view, the Bronco was a small blue dot, moving on the asphalt path below, heading southward bound. This little dot was the only moving thing around, but not the only living thing. From Joshua's earthen-bound perception, nothing around him(besides plant life) was alive. He was alone. Where he was now, was outside the large area of Phoenix, Arizona, which encompassed smaller abandoned districts like Chandler, Tempe, Gilbert and Mesa. He had made no stop in the large cites, and had left them behind. South of the urban place, was a large expanse of desert mountains called The Valley. This area was dominated by large, as well as small mountains and hills. These were all granite formations, varying from age(all the way to the incomprehensibly distant Middle Proterozoic times, to the much more recent Cenozoic era), formed from volcanic eruptions and activity, lasting upon many thousands of years. Further south, at the end of the gap between the former Human civilization and other places, sat two towns called Casa Grande and Eloy: small towns with once small populations. He was heading this way, and when he entered Casa Grande, he would head west, and finish the journey in roughly six hours. Joshua was exited that he was so close to salvation, but a sudden Yod showed itself in his consciousness. It had, since he had left, been a mere Phantasmata. Josh was so close, but he never considered that California might have been abandoned as well. He had always kept positive, but now he began to consider this thing. There could be a good chance that Cal, and other areas were abandoned, and maybe even the whole country. Good gosh, there was of course a smaller, but still present possibility that the whole of Northern America was abandoned, and beyond that... he dared not think of such things. He decided to stay focused, and to strive and drive onward.
It was now hot, hot like it was back in New Mexico. Josh wiped his forehead of salty perspiration, and rolled down his window. He looked back at his friend, who was alert, getting a drink from the bowl of water on the floor. Joshua had laid a few animal skins in the back, which the raptor was on, and it seemed it was comfortable for him. He turned back to the road, and popped open with a hiss, another orange-flavored soda to drink. He felt nervous, like he hadn't before, which was not good. He, every now and then, looked to the East and West, to see if anything moved, but saw nothing. He also noticed the wind was picking up, and his realization became apparent when the wind had picked up even more, and was blowing Sonoran Desert sand around. To this, he rolled up the windows. Outside, a miniature dust storm had been birthed from the womb of Nature. The music he had had playing stopped, and the vehicle went silent, leaving only the wind outside the moving shelter to hear. It was a unnerving silence, so he spoke indifferently to the dinosaur: "hey," he said. "what made you decide to come along?" Of course no response came, but he continued on, as if speaking to a person. The one way conversation showed how familiar the two had become, so he went on, saying, "You know, I at first only brought you along as a shield, some type of weapon for my own protection... I kinda feel bad for wanting to do that. Shucks, I don't know why I thought of you as a stupid animal." he stopped, and took another drink. "I can't understand how they managed to create a animal so smart back in those dang labs on that island," he went on. "But maybe it's just because you are intelligent, and not just because you were designed that way. Really, I can't imaging your life being imprisoned on that island." Josh began to think of what he would do when he finally made it to California. He had a dinosaur with him, and they of course wouldn't let it in with them. He most likely would have to leave him here, but that felt really wrong to do so. He didn't speak anything more, and he wouldn't for a time, for his clock had stopped.
When he heard the rumbling of engines that were not his own, a hope seemed to fade from his soul, and a shocking, bitter black substance filled the space, leaving nothing left of light. Joshua knew what it was, and what has happening. They were here... Them, those predicated by an old hermit of a man speaking prophecy. Joshua panicked. He looked into his rear-view mirror, to see what he so terribly suspected: vehicles. Vehicles that brought chaos and damnation to his soul. From the mirror, he saw a brown Chevy of some model, a Jeep colored a faded dark green, and a one on a dirt bike. In the back of the Chevy, sat several men, all holding weapons, melee and firearms. They were gaining speed, and they would get in firing range. They had come out from behind two large rock hills, making no sign of there existence. Joshua's mind continued to panic, but slowly he took control of it. While they were coming closer, he started thinking, using his mind for survival once more. He had to think fast. Joshua wouldn't let them take his life. They would not stop him, for he was less than ten hours away from his destination. He had come too far to be taken down by evil. Josh was going to fight onward, and would kill every one of these scum, and he wouldn't even feel remorse. He was the one who had a righteous aim, and darkness would not take hold. No remorse, no regret. Another day, another death. Another sorrow, another breath. Joshua had shed blood, sweat, and tears to get to his new home! Blood, shed from his fight with the terrible Draco of Hell he had fought with in the rainy desert. Sweat, shed from his dry skin in the strain of surviving, and tears let forth for the lost souls in Lakewood. No! he would not fail, and if he did fail, at least he would go down fighting like a mighty Bison being ravaged by Wolves. Joshua made a silent, but quick prayer of faint hope, to whomever was listening. If there was a God, a Universal Law, a Divinity, he begged that his life would go on, and believed that there was something that had kept him and his animal friend alive through this journey. He prayed that if he didn't make it, the raptor did, because it would be his fault if the poor thing was killed. He prayed, and ended it with a quiet, "Amen..." let out of dry lips. With it now finished, he reached over and grabbed his shotgun, his second friend, and laid it in his lap. Then, Joshua Malchom stepped on the gas pedal, and surged forward, swallowing future, and burning gasoline away into nothingness. It had now begun...
He cruised forward, keeping his worm boot smashed against the pedal, which showed no sign of being let up. The vehicle jerked as he went out of a easy drive of twenty, to as fast as his vehicle could go. He started to shifting, keeping in mind that he would have to multitask no doubt. As the blue Bronco surged forward, the raptor was pushed as well to the southern end of the automobile, and was pushed against a front seat. Joshua paid no mind to big thump he felt and heard behind him; his mind was working out plans, as how to escape this three score army of degenerates. He made note that he had gas, but a half tank could burn fast, and he didn't want to damage anything on the vehicle by hitting a pothole. There would also be the occurrence of him steering, which meant he could accidentally go off road. He pushed out all other things, and put his caution first. He looked once more, and saw the Savage on the bike gaining on him. He readied himself to fire at the man, hoping to end him before he got a good shot at the Bronco. The time span between the closing in of the rider was tense, and he gripped his shotgun in his hand, ready to put it out the window, and end a life. His palms were sweaty. The man came closer. He started shouting something in Spanish that Josh could get the jist of: "Slow down and pull over, or I'll shoot." "Sorry buddy," Joshua said, making a scowl. He almost wanted to shout back, but he wisely didn't. The man was now next to the vehicle, some two yards away, and Josh saw he had no shirt(idiotic), and a pair of cut off camo shorts, with his own worn boots. He was Hispanic, but Josh couldn't make out his face, for a helmet covered his face mostly. None of these factors mattered to him. The man started making gestures to Malchom to stop, while aiming a Mossberg at Josh's face. "No thanks!" Josh said, and he showcased his own firearm. The cyclist got a face full of lead, as Josh fired his gun at him. He had taken the man's life, the first life ever taken by him, but he felt no care... it was his fault, not Josh's. Instantly, the man's body went limp, and he spun out of control, his body being crushed under the bike, his dead skin being buzzed off by the road. He watched as it went tumbling, and his sight followed, in amazement, as the bike was hit by the Chevy, and a man was thrown out, as the truck almost flipped. They didn't stop to aid their lost soldier. Two down, a lot more to go, he thought.
The next enemy he was to meet, was the Jeep, which came up behind him, and Joshua saw there was a white man in the passenger seat, yelling into a megaphone, telling Josh to stop in Spanish. Did they think he spoke Espanol? He dangerously stuck his head out, and yelled: "English" guys! Comprende? While he did this, he caught the driver off guard, the man seeing his prey mock them. When Josh did so, he swung out his shotgun, and fired, three times, right at the driver of the Jeep, that was a Hispanic man, who was in the middle of the highway, giving him a clear shot. Joshua sped forward, hoping that he had killed the driver, but he looked in the mirror to see he was fine. Obviously bleeding and hurting, but he was fine. Josh hit the steering wheel in frustrated anger. That's when they retaliated, and started shooting their own rounds. Josh heard the discharge of a gun, and ducked, hoping the raptor had done the same. A semi-automatic gun—probably an AR-15 or something—started firing at him, and the bullets whizzed above him as the back window shattered. It was so close, that Josh thought he had gotten hit, but hadn't felt the blow yet. Luckily, he hadn't been struck. He got ready, and started plan B, otherwise known as completely insane maneuvering. Joshua, feeling bad the dinosaur was getting racked around, slowed down, and veered to the left, which was the opposite of where the Jeep was now, and slowed steadily, to start driving next to the faded green Jeep. There he was, right next to it, literally a few feet away, and he was welcomed with a shot aimed at his head from a pistol. It had come from the the guy driving, and Josh wouldn't let him get another shot. He ducked, and when he came up, his own killing device was raised, and he fired, hitting the man, who let out a scream. Josh sped up, leaving the Jeep behind, which had already slowed down, getting left in the dust of his little victory. He had taken two men out, and had disabled one vehicle. Now there was the Chevy, with one driver, and three men in the back. Malchom saw that two men carried an AK, and one had a club. The club-wielding savage was in football gear. He seemed to be their juggernaut...
Contestant 1: A Ford Bronco, with a man wielding a shotgun, and a Velociraptor.
Contestant 2: A Chevy pickup, with a driver, three men armed with AKs, and one with a club in road warrior armor.
The Chevy was gaining speed as Joshua shifted, his blood pumping, and sweat making his face slick. The high wind had now picked up more, and dust was coming into the Bronco, through the windows, and the exiting bullet holes in the windshield. It was like an action film around Josh, and sometimes life can seem more like a movie, thought himself. This was going to be it: if he could take out the boss in this game of life, he would win it all. The Chevy finally caught up, and was behind the Bronco, but no gunfire occurred. Instead, the man in football gear climbed onto the roof of the truck, and Joshua saw what would happen. Quickly, he started loading his gun again, while the juggernaut prepared for his moment of pathetic glory. Joshua finished loading, right when he felt the shaking THUMP, as the brute hit the top of the vehicle. As soon as he did, Josh heard him move forward: he was going to try to come through the windshield. Sure enough, the bat came down, it's metal form smashing the glass. Joshua aimed his gun right above him, where he guessed the guy would be, and doing damage to his own vehicle, shot through the roof, began slaying the man above. Luckily, his weapon was not pump-action, so damage could be done over and over until empty. The goon's bulky corpse fell off the roof, hit the ground with a plastic clunk, and then was ran over by his comrades who cared not. Spanish screaming once more, and the AK-47s when off. Joshua heard the discharging, and swerved, trying to avert getting shot, but unfortunately, he was hit on the arm. He let out a terrible scream, and cursed. He looked at his arm, and saw a red stain spreading on his flannel jacket, his blood joining that of the Deer's. Joshua kept moving unpredictably, and he heard the raptor let out a bark of pain as he was obviously hit. When he heard that, Joshua felt a surge of broiling, lava-like burning of rage. They had shot the raptor... In panic, his arm bleeding, the dinosaur in the back no doubt bleeding out as well, Joshua leaned out once more, firing again and again, and then a few times more, until he was empty. He managed to shatter the Chevy's glass, and hurt the driver, but that only enraged the gunmen. Joshua continued to try to evade the attack, but he knew that he was going to get shot up. In desperation, he looked ahead to see a change in the main road: a ramp to an overpass that went to another highway. That would be his only way out, he knew. Shifting, his blood pumping still, in his body, and out, he sped forward, they villains behind him.
He shifted again, and sped onward, and got ready to get onto the exit. The raptor behind him was silent, but he dared not look behind himself, to see his possibly dead companion. He only looked forward, straight ahead. But not on the road. He flew up the exit, as it inclined toward the other path. Joshua felt a candle flame-sized burn of hope, as the Chevy began to fall back. Almost there, he gripped the synthetic leather of his steering wheel, and came up to the turn. Josh got ready to turn at dangerously high speed, when he felt a drop in the road, and realized that there was section of the road torn apart... and he had ran over it. They, the cartel, had made a massive asphalt chunk-filled pothole right there, in the preparation of a chase, and he never saw it. The Bronco dipped toward Earth, and flipped upside down, low to the broken-up ground as it went airborne. Joshua felt gravity leave his form, and found himself opposite the ground, descending. Joshua's heart went cold, and he saw that he was going to crash. As he thought this, the Bronco finished it's spin of terror, and went almost like it had been on the road. It then came to the other side of the road, over the lower end of the overpass, and then began to roll. Joshua's insides twisted as the Bronco rolled down the steady incline. He was turning, spinning out of control, and knew that he had failed, that he had been beaten down badly; he was going to die. His thoughts only really lasted a few seconds, but they were filled with regret at what he had chose too do, back in Glen Rose. He should have stayed, but there was nothing he could do, as death-that thing that had come close to him before-but now embraced him with a cold, bony, skeleton grip. He thought of how he had gotten the raptor most likely killed, and if he was alive, he wouldn't survive the crash. Images flashed in his brain: his angry uncle, his deceased parents, Edward, with his offering of a small but generous breakfast, and that lost love he hoped he would soon meet again. Life had been short for him, but he felt a small, quiet peace as existence all went black. It had seemed the journey was perfect and sweet, but it had all gone so very bitter. He had it coming, and no soul could ever escape fate. Destiny had caught up with him, and he had been told to stop, but he stubbornly couldn't. Then, Joshua Elmer Malchom was no more...
The world was spinning like a child's toy top, moving a thousand miles a wretched hour. Ember's mind racked as the vehicle crashed and rolled on the desert ground, insane physics hard at work. Each crash threw him about, and every roll bruised his already wounded hide; Ember had been shot right in his upper leg, near the thigh, which was bleeding bad enough to where his lower appendage and the vehicle interior was painted sporadically with blood. His muscles hurt like he had been hit brutally by a bat, and cuts and lacerations were being born on his form, destined to die early, or grow to become scars of remembered pain... he might not live long enough to even remember. The raptor clung to being awake, but he came close to blacking out. Raptor did not know how to pray to a higher authority whatever it may be, like the Human may have, but Ember just hoped, hoped with vigor like none did. He hoped he would live, and not bite dust. Finally, the ride of terror ended with a crash of violence. Ember was thrown hard against the roof: the thing was on it's head. Ember then came closest to possible death then, but his hopes came through. The raptor tried to clear is head of a fog that had come when they crashed. Finally he managed to collect himself. He looked around, his beaten body bleeding. His neck hurt, but he tried to turn his ringing skull enough to see Meaty. He was upside down, hanging limply, a massive abrasion on his face. Purple colored bruises were visible as well. Ember felt fright. The Human wasn't moving. He could be dead. Oh no... Ember crawled toward Meaty in the broken hull, inching closer, his form aching. Soon, he was next to him, so he looked to see if he was alright. He didn't move, or make any sound. Ember knew that he hadn't survived. Meaty was dead, and he was alone.
Ember felt sorrow at the death of his friend, and intense hatred for the Humans that had caused the crash. They had killed the Human, his only friend, whom he had never even learned the name off. Meaty was dead. Why? Why did he have to die? The Humans had not been far behind when they wrecked, that meant they would no doubt be here soon. Ember had no time to mourn but a few moments, of which he raged. They killed his only friend, the only Human that had granted him protection, and the only one that fought to save him. He didn't even know where the Human wanted go in his vehicle, but it didn't matter, because the raptor had come because the person seemed smart enough to give food and shelter. After that, from all they had gone through, Ember saw the Human genuinely cared about him, and they had really become companions. Ember had known love from another for only a short time when young, but he had regained it with Meaty, but now he was gone, his lifeless corpse hanging. Ember doubted he would find any other that really wanted to aid him, and get Ember's aid in return. Who were these people who attacked them? Savages? Perhaps they were sent by Wu, that Human from his past. It could be so, for Wu had wanted to kill Ember, and would no doubt be ruthless. That didn't matter, however. Ember raged, and thought of what to do: perhaps he could climb out of the twisted wreck, and run. But that would be plainly a move of cowardice. Meaty had died to save himself, but also Ember, and it would be wrong to, at least, not take sweet vengeance on these vagabonds. That was what he would try to accomplish; to succeed in(whether it worked or not-which almost didn't matter): to fight these Humans, and kill all of them, if he could. It was the most honorable trail of life Ember could take in remembrance of the Human. With that, he took one last look at his deceased friend, and tried to find a way out.
He shifted around, not quite gingerly, but more restrained in the hull of the wrecked vehicle. The windows were broken, but most had shards of glass still in their frames. They were blades of crystals waiting for a victim. Soon, he decided to head out the window to his left, which because of the reversion, was the right back window. He climbed out, his bulk sliding through, only getting a few guys from glass. He ignored the pains of small size. Ember exited his near grave, and stood, his form aching. His bullet hole wound bled still, but his body had already started stopping the discharge of red. The raptor limped in the direction of where they had come. The wind had yet to cease, and it still blew earthen particles in the air, sending lite gusts of sand against the back of his neck. He looked around, and saw nothing of the attackers. That is, until a revelation of sight shown unto him a vehicle coming towards him. It past under the overpass of which they had tried to take, but had gone over. They had arrived, and Ember quickly hid himself behind the vehicle, away from the Humans' eyes. Ember waited for them to stop, which he knew they would do. He crouched as they drove their automobile up to their masterpiece of destruction. The Dromaeosaur prepared himself for the filth to show themselves. They stopped, and he heard men jump out, babbling in a language different than Meaty's , of which he had heard spoken only in the southern regions of the world. It seemed the language of Meaty was mostly spoken in the upper parts of Earth, while the other in the southern. Then, one thug came up to the vehicle, and looks in at the corpse of Meaty. The man spoke something, and started to pry the door open with a bar of some sort. He then started taking Meaty's body out. When Ember saw this, he knew what they wanted of them: FOOD. They were going to eat them, dead or alive to begin with. His muscles rippled, and he made his move of fury.
Ember, his scales of molten fire and ashen black, went around the vehicle, and forward swiftly, letting out a squeal-like hiss. He lunged at the man, leaping at him. His killing toe claws were primed, and when Ember made impact, they went off like a switchblade, cutting into the man's unprotected flesh. He screamed as his torso was torn into shreds by the raptor's maw and claws. The man toppled back onto the ground, and Ember made short work of the Human... his whole front was mangled: he was still alive, bleeding out, but no longer a threat. Then came another man, jumping out of the back of his own vehicle, wielding a steel pipe. Ember had to be careful. The man attacked, trying to deal a unhealthy blow to the dinosaur's head, which he did not manage to do, for the animal ducked. As he swung at nothing, Ember opened his jaws, and struck the pipe-wielder's weapon-carrying arm, crunching it with a loud SNAP!
Ember took care of him, ignoring the pain of his bleeding leg. He looked up from the dead Human, to see another in the back of the vehicle, fiddling with a gun. But it wasn't a normal gun: it was a tranquilizer gun, a weapon Ember had dealt with before. The man loaded a dart in the gun, but Ember ran, and jumped up into the pickup, shredding the man before he could shoot. The gun now disabled, Ember toppled over the side of the vehicle, and back onto the ground, digging his claws into the screaming man's belly. Blood splattered on the dusty ground, and the man finally died, his arm twitching even after death. Ember lifted his jaws which were red with gore, done with killing the killers. He'd done it, he had killed them all, he had... Ember heard a rattling sound, and turned around, just in time to see a man in the back do the pick up holding the gun... before the raptor could lunge at the defiant villain, the man fired, the gun making a CLICK! He felt a prick of a needle on his shoulder. Ember still tried to attack, but when he tried to jump into the pickup, he had a tiresome feeling come over him, unlike anything he had before. His vision went blurry, and he started sinking to his knees, before ultimately collapsing. His head hit the ground, and he couldn't move. Ember could see the sky, and the side of the truck, but no man. He understood what was happening. He was dying.
As Ember started to lose his conscious state, he felt a heavy regret. A feeling of regret for many things. He was going to die, slowly, and he was afraid to die. He knew not what lay beyond life. What's going to happen? he thought. The raptor thought of how he never had found a mate, and how he had made only one true friend, but had lost him. He regretted coming along, not matter the friendship he had with Meaty. It wasn't worth dying... or was it? Ember then understood that destiny was destiny, and him going with Meaty was a gift to him: a pack member. Even if he died, he would be given that gift, and his life would be complete, for there would be nothing more for him to do. Maybe he would see Meaty again in an afterlife, or in a reincarnation. Perhaps he would. But now he was the last of his kind, and his genes would not only die off, but his whole species. True, he had to die, but he wish he had died of old age.
Ember continued to look at the blurry sky, and faint hope came to his heart: that maybe the dart he had been shot with, was for tranquilizing an animal, not killing them. Maybe he would wake up after it all went black, just maybe. The last image Ember thought of, was of his home island, so very far away, where he wished he was dying on.Goodbye... world... Then, the world faded to black, leaving reality behind...
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