Jaws of death

Chapter one

It had been six months since Aidan had killed the purple ferociraptor and lost his hand, now he was a skilled hunter. He stood in the maw, blood blade stained red after killing a pack of ferociraptors. Aidan scanned the field, looking out for more threats, but couldn’t find anything, and so, he walked back home. Aidan had left the redwoods long ago, mainly to escape the horrible memories he got there. There was one memory he would never escape, however, Johns last moments haunted his dreams. John was a hunter from the redwoods, he’d saved Aidan from the purple ferociraptor, but it soon came back for revenge, and killed John, Aidan still wished, after five and a half years, that he had tried harder to save John. Aidans thoughts were quickly interrupted by a thunderous roar. He spun around, blood blade ready, and saw something he hoped not to see...