PLASTIC BAG: THE STORY OF HOW IT ALL BEGAN

Chapter two

( next chapter on rock drake, last chapter on dilo.)

After relaxing for a bit with my new pets, I ventured out to find more Dinos and some water. I noticed I was very thirsty. I took out my hatchet and walked through the woods carefully, with my tames following me. I walked in a blissful silence for a bit, then I heard a strange buzzing. “ huh?…” I shrugged and carried on. Then a bit later the buzzing came again, but stronger. I heard a painful ear piercing shriek ( or a chorus of shrieks) and looked behind me.

All of my tames were dead. Their limp little bodies… just lying on the forest floor. I felt so sad, so I walked over and knelt by them and said goodbye, even though I hadn’t known them for long. Then I heard it again. But even closer. I whipped around to see a swarm of huge angry bugs charging directly at me. And I hightailed it outta there. But with my short legs and low stamina, they caught up quickly. They swarmed around me, biting and spraying and stinging me. I flailed around, trying to shoo them away.

From the dinosaurs’ point of view I looked like an idiot waving my arms in the air and screaming. My health was getting low, and I kept on running, but nothing would stop them. I fell over, and the swarm engulfed my body. I was covered in acid, stings, bites, and scratches.

I slowly faded away, listening to the buzz of the bugs fading as well.

Then I had realized I had died.