It's the year 3025, and the world has gone to... well, it's gone to shit, in my words. In more delicate terms, it's not going well. Technology advanced... and advanced.... and kept advancing until the very human species that created it could no longer keep up. Science evolved, and with new developments came the revival of species long extinct from this Earth. And eventually, dinosaurs. Reincarnated, brought alive from DNA samples collected from fossils, and planted in the sequences of close relatives to grow new ones. Bigger, and more dangerous than anyone previously thought.

Now humans are the ones going extinct. Being picked off the face of the planet, three and four at a time. The Utahraptors are the worst... hunting humans through the overgrown city ruins and ripping them to shreds in seconds. There aren't many left out in the open. Many humans I've seen alive are only surviving because they hide in bunkers deep underground. But some of the dinosaurs are smart. Too smart. They smell the food, fast, a few days in at most, and they claw. Scratch, dig, pry up, whatever it takes to get to the food. Those people usually only live a few days longer than the ones out in the open.

Somehow, my best friend and I have survived this long. Long enough to have seen the horrors of everything, to have seen the forest take back what it had lost. Nature was getting back at us, after so long, so many years of humans killing it, ripping it from the roots, acre from precious acre. Now most of the planet is covered in thick, dense greenery, blocking out the sunlight and growing around the ruined buildings and roads. How much more we'll live to see, I have no clue.

Minho and I dash through the dense greenery, clothes torn and muddy, faces ashen and dusty, as they have been for months now. We have to move constantly, that's something we learned quickly from seeing the mangled remains of our companions early on. They find you fastest if you stay in one spot. Doesn't help much if you're already being chased like we are.