The Prehistoric Future
Loud roars echo behind you as you sprint through the overgrown streets. Your footsteps thump hard against the old road as you hear the growls at your heels, but you didn’t dare turn back. Your rifle swings on your shoulder but this isn’t the time to take it out. Not with the creature this close. You duck under the descending, thorny branches of an overgrown tree and move without haste - something the creature chasing you didnt care to mimic as it sprinted on all fours into the spiky...