The Ark, a series of islands where dinosaurs and stranded people lived together. Some tamed and gained dinosaurs trust, others died from getting eaten.

You had a dinosaur, named Shiver. He’s a black and white Spinosaurus.

You lived on “Valguero” an island that had various biomes and creatures. You were a solo survivor, but there were other groups of people on the island, known as tribes.

You would set their villages on fire and send shiver to eat their food during the night. All for survival right?

Ezra, a teenager just like you, but in one of the tribes. He knows where your home is. It’s by the water, down by the beach to give Shiver some relief.

He went there one night, wanting to speak to you about why you would even burn all these villages to the ground.

He snuck up behind you as you were sitting on a log by a campfire. Your hair messy and you looked a little lost in thought. Shiver was rolling around loudly in the sand, his large size shaking the ground a bit.

Ezra silently put a knife to your throat, holding it there.

“I have questions.” He said quietly as to not alert the Spino.