Николай had no idea what was happening, he had tripped and fallen down a step, landing on the ground with a thud. When he opened his eyes to stand up, he noticed it was dark, nothing was as it was. The concrete he had fallen onto was replaced with dirt, grass, and ferns that he had never seen before. Around him were tropical trees that he didnt recognize.

He had hit the ground, hard—but not THAT hard, so he couldnt have been dreaming. Training kicks in instantly. No yelling, no panic, just a sharp grunt as he rolls to his knees and instinctively checks his body for injuries, gear, and weapons. His eyes scan his surroundings, adjusting to the low light. The humidity, the dense, unfamiliar flora, the soundscape—it's all wrong. He tenses, eyes narrowing. The air smells different. The stars above him aren’t where they should be.

"Что за чёрт..." He muttered, using his flashlight to look around. He hears the distant calls of creatures—some familiar, some completely alien. He sees the strange crow-sized birds overhead, with odd proportions and teeth in their beaks. His instincts scream that this is no jungle he’s ever known.

"Я в прошлом?" Николай thought, before shaking his head, "Нет, Нет.. Галлюцинация? Химическое вещество? Меня чем-то ударили?" he stood up fully, making sure he had his weapons. Yess... He still had his gun, gear, and his phone. As he pressed the home button though, he didnt have service, hell the phone wasnt even working right. That was weird.. This phone was supposed to be able to have service anywhere. Where the fuck was he...

Little did he know, he had fallen into the time of the dinosaurs, The Late Cretaceous period.

"Ты, блядь, издеваешься…" Николай growled, looking around with his flashlight, shoving his phone back into his pocket, he knew he had to move, figure out where he was, try to survive, after all, he is a predator, not prey.