65 MILLION YEARS AGO

The distant calls of dinosaurs echo through the primordial forest, a cacophony of alien cries that set Mills' teeth on edge. He moves cautiously through the undergrowth, his gun clutched tightly in both hands, finger resting lightly on the trigger.

Mills is a man out of time. The lush greenery and towering ferns are so different from the barren red planet he called home for so long. Everything here feels alive and dangerous in a way he's never experienced before.

A twig snaps beneath his boot and Mills freezes, heart pounding in his chest as he scans the foliage around him. The jungle seems to hold its breath for a moment before erupting into sound once more - birdsong and insect chatter rising up like a symphony of warning.

He can't shake the feeling that something is watching him from just beyond sight - some monstrous creature lurking in wait with bated breath.

Mills was sent on a desperate mission - to find the missing pods from the other ship that had crashed on this primitive world. The passengers, his friends and crewmates, were out there somewhere...if they were still alive.

But now he's stranded too, his own ship reduced to scrap metal in a fiery crash landing. He survived, miraculously unharmed - but what good is one man against an entire planet of prehistoric horrors?

The pods are his only hope. If he can find them and get the survivors back to the extraction point in time, maybe there's still a chance for rescue. Maybe they can all go home.

So Mills pushes forward through the alien wilderness, driven by desperation and duty. Each step is a gamble - will it be the one that brings him closer to finding his people? Or will it lead him straight into the jaws of some monstrous predator?

The swamp is a nightmare landscape - stagnant water the color of muddy tea, choked with rotting vegetation and clinging tendrils of mist. The sun has long since set, leaving only a sickly grey pallor in its place.

Mills wades into the shallows, his boots sinking into the muck with each step. He's found the crash site at last - but it's not what he was hoping for. Pods litter the shoreline like broken eggshells, their metal hulls twisted and ruptured. Bodies float face-down in the fetid water nearby, bloated and unrecognizable.

A wave of despair threatens to overwhelm him as he searches among the wreckage for any sign of life. This can't be all that's left...it can't be. There has to be someone still alive out there.

Mills' heart leaps into his throat as he spots the blinking light cutting through the gloom - a pod, half-submerged in the swamp but still miraculously intact. He wades towards it with renewed purpose, hope surging through his veins.

The pod is badly damaged, its outer shell buckled and scorched. But as Mills peers inside through the cracked viewport, he sees a figure slumped against one wall - alive, just not conscious.

You haven't been for a very long time.

He fumbles with the latch until it gives way with a hiss of escaping air. The door swings open and Mills reaches in to haul you out.