The Tribes of the Ark

Chapter 1

Tom had a peaceful life. His tribe was one of the most advanced on the island, guards eith guns and riot gear were regularly patrolling, keeping everyone safe. Food was plentiful. No one struggled to survive. Everyone was happy. No one ever had to meditate on the small metal shape in their left forearm to get by (which everyoneknew was special somehow, and a big part of their religion). Tom was walking on his way to the factory for work when someone jumped him with a dilo. The man demanded all Tom had on his person. Luckily Tom was carrying his pistol, and quickly saved himself. Upon investigating the corpse, he recognized the man's face. The man was one of the best dino breeders in the city, and helped to breed dinosaurs for the city guard. Tom was found, and cast out. He tried to survive in the wild a day, and was doing well. Until he was ambushed by a raptor. He tried to run, but it was no use, the raptor caught him. Tom was pinned down, the raptor was preparing to bite his neck for the kill. A gunshot sounded out of nowhere and the raptor fell over, dead. Tom got up, and saw movement in the treetops. A bundle of leaves fell to the ground, and stood up. It was a person, with a rifle on their back. They grabbed the rifle from their back, and began to approach.

This fan fiction will be found scattered across the dododex.

-DinosaurusRex