Most journeys start of safe, and fun. Mine, not so much. With dinosaurs and other extinct creatures, I fought for my life. But here’s my story- a story of gore, heartbreak and survival. If you are sensitive to gore, not my problem. But here it is!

Ark, survival stories

Book 1, chapter 1

Running through the forests, he avoided the sharp tales of stegosaurus, the nasty bites of the many insects and the hell spawns, microraptors.

“Get away you hellish being!” He screams, running. He trips and falls down into a tree bare small canyon with trodons wandering around.

“Ohh shi-“

Bites after bites, the poison flew through his blood, as the trodons slashed and scratched at his back.

“Aaaa-“ he was about to scream, as blood came out of his mouth, poring down on the ground. As he closed his eyes. He stopped breathing.

He started opening his eyes, and in front of him stood in front of him, as he once again closed his eyes.

-Nightmare