Primitive Man

Chapter 232: Famillar companion

The weary and exhausted group of villagers made camp near the tranquil and cold river, their spirits and bodies weighed down by the events of the day. The crackling of the fire provided a flickering light as they huddled together, their faces drawn and grim.

The things they witnessed, and the battles they fought weren't anything they were used to being normal villagers who used to work hard for their families, so this was an exhausting journey for them.

"We can't keep going like this," one villager murmured, his voice trembling with fear. "Without our leader, Garnt, we're as good as dead."

Most of the people shook their heads in agreement, while some showed anger as soon as they heard Garnt's name. Slowly, they started to lose their trust in him, which wasn't so surprising, since humans, no matter the era, always tend to forget the past quite easily.

The words of the villager hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the absence that loomed over them like a shadow. Rona, Unami, Gundo, and the others exchanged sombre glances, their hearts heavy with the weight of their leader's absence.

"We can't afford to give up hope," Unami said, her voice firm despite the doubt that gnawed at her heart. "Garnt wouldn't want us to lose faith in ourselves. He will come back and until then we have to be strong. He promised, he would come back."

Gundo nodded in agreement, her gaze steely as she spoke. "She's right. We've come too far to turn back now. We'll find a way to survive, no matter what. Beside, we have to show my son that we are not dependent on him. We have to survive no matter what."

But even as they spoke, doubt lingered in the air, a silent moment that whispered of their uncertain future. Without Garnt's guidance and expertise, they faced an uphill battle unlike any they had known before. Ever since the day Garnt left, their lives had been going downhill unlike their struggles which kept increasing.

"We need to think about our next steps," Rona said, her voice steady as she addressed the group. "We can't rely on guns that we used anymore, but we still have each other. That counts for something and our weapons that are built by our own hands."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the group, their resolve bolstered by Rona's words. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, they knew that as long as they stood together, they had a fighting chance.

"We'll have to rely on our wits and our skills," Gundo said, his voice echoing with determination. "We'll find a way to rebuild, to carve out a new life for ourselves in this unforgiving world."

Even though all these women lead the group showing confident looks on their faces, all of them had one thing in common which was how insecure they felt inside knowing their beloved man wasn't by their side.

As the night wore on, they sat in silence, the sound of the river providing a soothing backdrop to their thoughts. In the darkness, they found solace in each other's company, drawing strength from the unspoken bond that bound them together.

As they drifted off to sleep, hoping for a calm moment to rest, the forest began to rumble again with the sounds of dinosaurs groaning, spreading throughout the dark forest, causing all the young children in the village to tremble in fear.

With exhaustion evident on their faces, Rona and Unami woke up to the sounds and quickly decided to move since staying in the same place could be dangerous when the groaning sounds were so close to them.

Her grip on the dagger that she was holding was tight, but the continuous shaking of her hand showed how vulnerable she was in this situation.

With a shared nod, they braced themselves, ready to make their final stand against the oncoming threat. But just as they prepared to lunge forward, a sudden rush of movement caught them off guard.

It was as if a wind passed by them that reeked of blood, and none of them had any idea what happened or what caused this until they started to hear the screeching noises from the direction they were facing.

To their astonishment, the dinosaur that had appeared from the front surged past them with lightning speed, its massive form barreling towards the creatures behind them. With a roar that shook the ground beneath their feet, it launched into a ferocious attack, its powerful jaws snapping at the startled dinosaurs.

The behemoth dinosaur, its sleek scales shimmering in the starlight, didn't rely solely on its fearsome jaws to engage its adversaries. As the startled dinosaurs behind it recoiled in shock, the colossal creature demonstrated its agility and strength in a flurry of motion.

With a deft flick of its muscular tail, the dinosaur swept it through the air, aiming to knock its opponents off balance. The tail, tipped with a bony club, struck with enough force to send smaller dinosaurs tumbling aside, or even to stagger larger ones.

Meanwhile, its limbs, thick and sinewy, became powerful weapons in their own right. One massive clawed foot lashed out, aiming to hook onto the flank of an approaching opponent, while the other planted firmly, providing stability and leverage for the impending clash.

Gundo's voice cut through the chaos, his tone tinged with disbelief. "It's a T-Rex!"

Though the darkness obscured their vision, Rona couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that washed over her at the sight of the majestic creature. But there was no time to dwell on it as they seized the opportunity presented to them.

"Let's go!" Rona shouted, her voice filled with equal parts relief and urgency.

Without hesitation, they turned and sprinted away from the chaos unfolding behind them, their hearts pounding in their chests as they raced through the forest. The thunderous sounds of the battle faded into the distance, replaced by the rhythm of their own frantic footsteps.

As they ran, gratitude flooded their hearts, grateful for the unexpected intervention that had spared them from certain doom. But even as they fled, Rona couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind.

What had brought the T-Rex to their aid? And why did it feel so familiar to her? Did it really help them or was it just a fluke?

With each passing moment, the questions only multiplied, but for now, their priority was simple: survive.

And so they ran, their determination unyielding as they pressed onward into the darkness, their fates still uncertain but their spirits undaunted.