The Tribe of Shadows

Chapter I: The Run (part I)

I woke up with the sun beating down on me, with the deep green of the leaves making a circle in the sky. I stood up. Then I noticed that my arm, where my Specimen Implant normally was was smooth flesh. I noticed that my dodo was gone; either killed or lost. I walked over to the nearest tree, and began to beat my fists against it. It tore at my skin and hurt like crazy. I grabbed a stone and, wrenching it onto one of the larger pieces of wood, began to make a pickaxe. I wrapped the rest of it in a layer of fibrous materials as I grabbed a small amount of berries. I remembered that the white ones made you more awake but slightly thirsty. I popped a few into my mouth, and then, out of nowhere, a dilophosaur sprung at me! I beat my fists into it’s skull, knocking it unconscious. There was a rotting carcass nearby, and I tore a chunk of flesh from it before stuffing it into the the creature’s mouth. I walked away, and began to swing my pickaxe at some stone and wood. I made a small hatchet. A tomahawk, really, but it was a bit of a weapon. Oddly, I found a small notepad-looking thing, and inscribed upon it was Dossier, in golden letters. It had a single page on it, one side saying Dodo, the other Dilophosaurus. I stepped over, my soft soled boots hardly making a sound, and I heard more rustling, and ever more quieter, talking. “We have to wipe out that village. Their leader is making illegal objects. He’s making TEK for crying out loud!” Said one in a loud whisper. “Wait, I hear something.” Said another. Then a man stepped out, with a pike in his hands. Then I saw something green fly out of nowhere. Dilophosaur poison. The creature I had tamed slammed out of the tree line. Right into the man’s weapon, dead, it fell to the grassy ground with a slight thud. “Now look-y here. We have a survivor from that vile Yurkin’s village. What shall us do with him?” Said another man, with a lower voice. “Let’s kill him,” said another. “No, he seems that he ran in fear of being killed, not of fear of being discovered.” Said another man, one with a pistol, who was seemingly studying me. “Let him live, but keep tabs on him, Jeremy,” said the first speaker. I pulled out my knife and, with a sickening popping noise, dug it into the first man’s neck. They all pulled out their weapons and turned. “We can kill him now.” Said one. “Yeah, we can, he killed the boss.” Said another man, at the back of the group. I dashed away desperately trying to avoid bullets as they whizzed by my ears. I had lost my knife, and had killed my first other human being. Little did I know, it wouldn’t be the only time.

To be continued.