Live Or Die

Chapter 3: No One Plays the Heart Better Than A Woman

After I had sat down, Harvey imtroduced me to the others. Next to me was a dark-haired man from around the Phillipines called Jude- he was the hunter, warrior, but cautious member of the group. Next to him was a girl called Ruby- She had a slim body and light blonde hair, and had an affection for the dinos I had befriended. Like me, she was from England. She began to sew some threads together to make me clothes- she was the tailor. Next to her was a smart, funny African Girl called Dasha, who told me my dino was called a ‘Dilophosaur’. Then Harvey called himself the weaponsmith and wise member of the group, and gave me a sharpened stick. I twirled it round, and found myself looking at Ruby. Then my eyes moved to the Dodo, who got up from my lap and decided to pick a fight with a nearby stick, hopping down and adopting a battle stance that made Ruby giggle. She handed me proper trousers, saying:

“How did you tame him?” and I frowned.

“Tame?” I asked, and she responded

“Well, he listens to you. They both do,” and she tossed a lump of meat to my Dilo. “Well?”

“Um… I… guess I knocked them both out.”

“Soooo we just have to knock them out?”

“I guess.”

“Seems too easy.” Dasha chirped in.

“Yeah…” agreed Jude.

“Well, lets test it.” I said, picking up a nearby blunt stick. I crept up on another Dilo, and lept out of my cover to clobber it over the head with the stick and dash a rock on its head. We waited in suspense.

“‘Ell vis wo a wafe-t ob tim.” Jude managed through mouthfuls. He tossed the half-eaten roast at the dino, and we walked away.

I was dozing off but Ruby’s scream woke me. She grabbed her clumsy bow and pointed it at a shadow with shaking hands. Me and Jude grabbed our sharpened sticks, while Harvey loaded a slingshot. Dasha balled her fists. The Dilo from earlier appeared, and pricked its frills. It looked at us curiously. I lowered my weapon and went to get a better look.

“It’s tamed.” I said. The others were in disbelief. Then, I pointed at it and named it Prophet, named the other Dilo Flaps and the Dodo Bob.

“Bob!? That’s all you could think of!?” Ruby yelled.

“Haha… no he’s a Bob.”

“No! Give him a better name!”

“Bob what’s your name?” I asked him. It squarked happily and waddled about. I smirked.

-Who’s your favourite character so far? Mine’s Bob, by FAR. So… See you in dung beetle? Sure!

-Nightfall