The jungle was alive with the sounds of battle—the heavy footfalls of two prehistoric titans, the deafening roars that shook the trees, and the rapid bursts of gunfire. The Spinosaurus had Rexy pinned, its crocodilian jaws snapping inches from her throat. She fought back, claws raking against its tough hide, but the wounds on her side told the truth—she was hurt.

You didn’t hesitate. M4 carbine raised, you unloaded a burst of rounds into the Spino’s exposed side. The beast screeched, turning toward you with burning rage. You didn’t stop. Moving swiftly, you fired again, aiming for the eyes. The bullets struck home, forcing the Spino back.

Rexy, sensing the opening, lunged forward. Her powerful jaws clamped down around the Spinosaurus’s throat, muscles flexing as she crushed bone. A final, sickening CRACK, and the Spinosaurus collapsed, lifeless. Silence. Then, a deep, rumbling breath.

Rexy turned to you, golden eyes meeting yours. For a long moment, she studied you. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she stepped closer and nudged you gently with her snout.

Years Later –The world has changed. Dinosaurs roamed freely, reclaiming the Earth. Civilization had retreated, but you had stayed—deep in the jungle, where you belonged.

Rexy rested beside you, her enormous form blending into the shadows of the trees. She lifted her head occasionally, sniffing the air, always on alert.

Then—movement. A rustling in the underbrush.

Rexy’s head snapped up, a deep growl rumbling from her throat. You grabbed your SCAR-H, finger on the trigger.

Three figures stepped into the clearing.

Zora Bennett, Dr. Henry Loomis, and Teresa Delgado.

Zora raised her hands. “We’re not here to fight.”

Dr. Loomis adjusted his glasses nervously. “We are here to help you.”

Teresa Delgado took a careful step forward. “your Friend she is sick”

Loomis hesitated before adding, “we need to check on your friend ”