THE WORLD IS DYING.
Global warming, lack of resources, and the collapse of authority across all seven continents has caused worldwide strife. People are willing to do anything to survive.
The solution? Project ERAA, humanity's last effort to...
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Venturing past Site One two klicks from the refuge camp
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"THAT'S AN euornithopod, alright." Ichabod's eyes alighted on the camptosaurus, slightly pink in the dawn of the day. A twinge of disappointment nudged him in his stomach, It should've been a predator, but he pointed towards it with a sneer, keeping to the shadows.
"Stun it! Carefully! We need live samples!" He couldn't stress the words enough, and watched as the marines darted towards the dinosaur like ants streaming from their nest before he took up his own arms - Someone's gotta keep an eye out for them, he thought grimly - and plunged himself after them.
"Watch the tail!" He yelled, as volt-guns started charging. Beams of energy slammed into the hide of the herbivore as it twisted with an unearthly wail. Too late, two marines were clobbered by the creature's swinging appendage. Almost snarling with impatience, Ichabod ignited his own volt-gun.
Electricity charged straight for the camptosaurus' shoulder, but at the last second it turned, and the beam dissolved harmlessly on the beast's rough hide. With quick steps that made the ground tremble beneath him, it charged right for Ichabod, its head lowered.
Fear flashed through his chest, almost seizing his lungs, before he tightened his grip on the trigger and started charging more volts into the beam. Less than twenty yards away from him, he released a cry as the volt-gun recoiled and slammed into his gut. He lost his balance as a sonic-like boom went off in his ear, and he fell onto his butt into the mulch.
The dinosaur keeled in front of him, beaked mouth launching into the dirt as its earthy-brown eyes rolled back into its skull. Its flank convulsed.
Ichabod stood up too quickly and almost lost his balance again, his head spinning. He shook the dizziness off as the one vet they had recruited dug a needle into the dinosaur's neck, grimacing before the hard scales gave way to soft flesh. Ichabod watched with the anticipation of a kid on Christmas Eve as blood filled the vial she held to the injection.
Far off in the distance, there was a responding roar of a predator. The hair on Ichabod's arms stood up as he straightened and clasped his volt-gun tighter. "Another one," he called in grim excitement. Two birds with one stone. My old man would be pleased.
For a while, nothing else could be heard but the buzz of insects and the squalls of flying creatures. A bead of sweat trickled down Ichabod's temple, and he twisted as a fern cracked behind him. The bright green leaves were taller than all of the recruits, and blanketed over them like a jungle canopy.
They couldn't see out - but the dinosaur would almost certainly be able to see in.
Ichabod licked his dry lips nervously, before there was an almighty scream in his ear; that of man and ancient reptile. A soldier flew past, and blood spattered on Ichabod's face. He turned again and lifted his volt-gun just as the allosaurus bore down on them, a sandy-colored beast that threw mulch up into the air.
