You hear It's guttural low, reverberating like the echo of something vast breathing in the dark. The jungle is quiet... too quiet. Then you hear its footsteps.

Thud!
Thud!
Thud!

The trees shift. The earth trembles. You smell something foul and unnatural hot breath, decayed meat, sterile lab chemicals.

Out of the mist emerges The D-Rex ,an abomination born not from nature, but from man's arrogance. It stands at 23 feet tall, with a length of 43 feet. Its obsidian-black hide ripples with camouflaged patterns, glitching like a broken chameleon. Six limbs. Four arms, two like a T-Rex, and two massive, simian-like, dragging through the mud and it's long and thick tail. Its head is too big, grotesquely bulbous, pulsing with something beneath the skin, something that was never meant to be.

Its eyes don’t just see you they analyze you. You are data. A variable. A threat. Or a meal.

“Cloning error 017-A... Subject designated: D-Rex.”

“Survival rate: 6%.”

It was never meant to live.
Now it hunts!