MLP: Friendship Evolved

"It is not the strongest species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the ones most responsive to change." - Charles Darwin

The island, while being 100 square miles, has many dangers. Dinosaurs roamed freely across the island, as well as prehistoric mammals and other prehistoric reptiles. The flora is so... prehistoric. I've never seen any plants this remarkable on Earth. Multiple mountains are scattered across the north of the island, as well as a inactive volcano. Giant vultures flew around these mountains, looking for carcasses of dead creatures. Jungles cover most of the island, but plains and temperate forests also cover the island in shorter abundance. Smaller and faster carnivorous and herbivorous creatures can be found in the jungles and forests, but mostly large herbivores roam the plains, as well as some of the apex carnivores. The north-west corner of the island is a complete tundra. Most of the mammals roam there, including Dire Bears, Dire Wolves, Mammoths, Megaloceros, and Yeti, only found in the caves under the permafrost of the tundra. Swamps cover the majority of the rivers on the island. Strange creatures roam there, including Paraceratherium, Sarcosuchus, Titanoboa, Arthropleura, Dimetrodon, and too many more to list. As for the rivers that aren't covered with swamps, giant beavers will sometimes make dams, and Spinosaurus will be seen fishing for Coelacanth. The oceans contain some of the most dangerous creatures I have ever encountered. Megalodon, Mosasaurus, Dunkleosteus, Elasmosaurus, and others roam the seas.

I hate this island. So many of my friends died here. I've almost died as well. The island brings bad luck to all who enter. Although, it seems one doesn't just enter, one is selected by a being. A being who is thousands of years more advanced than us. I don't specifically know what sent me here, or why, but I know that when I was selected at the age of 14, they must have seen something special in me. I was the only child to have been chosen to be put on this island, but luckily I had learned survival skill at a young age. If I didn't learn survival, I wouldn't have made it to where I am now.

I want to leave this damned island. I will do anything to gain freedom, even if it means leaving my friends. Although that sounds selfish, it is true. Even friendship can't keep me on this island.

You close the crusty old journal, and sigh. Was it depression? Were you just sad? It couldn't be, you seemed like your normal self. You paced around the house on top of the Titanosaurus, then punched the wall until your knuckles became bloody. You wrapped a bandage around your hand and applied pressure. Has this island caused such an impact on your life, that you've resorted to self-inflicting damage? You needed to get your mind strait, do something productive...

I need to hunt something... to relieve stress. You get your Ghillie Suit on and got off the Titanosaurus. The Titanosaurus, whose name is Larry, was a gift from a good friend. Your friend was getting sick with an unknown disease, and he gave away his Titanosaurus, knowing that he would be in good hands with you. Only minutes later, due to his extremely critical condition, he was put out of his misery... by you. You shake your head to get that thought out of your head and you begin walking to a friends place.

You open the door and call out for James, your friend.

"James, I'm going on a hunt, by myself. make sure you tell commander." Commander was the leader of the tribe.

"Are you sure you don't want anyone else to come?" James responded.

"I'm positive. After all, I'm one of the best hunters in the tribe."

"Okay then, just don't get yourself killed" He jokingly said. You chuckled as you walked into the forest. As the journal said, the flora was prehistoric. The forest floor was covered in ferns and other plants and flowers. The one flower that caught your eye was the Ampullaria Pilobolus, Plant Species X. This plant can be grown into a natural base defender that shoots spores out of itself. Taking your eyes off the magenta plant, you continue walking through the forest.

38 minutes later...

The jungle was coming to an end. You can see that the jungle opened up into a significant sized field. Once you got to the fprest edge, you noticed something.

There we go... Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a Brontosaurus herd bursting through the jungle on the other side of the field. There were ten individuals; eight adults and two juveniles. You walked out of the forest and into a lonely bush in the middle of the field. You manage to get into the center of the bush. You then pulled out a spyglass and begin to spy on the herd. Nothing much is wrong. You know you can't take a healthy Bronto out, or a juvenile, that would be cruel, so you look at the back of the herd. There you spot nothing peculiar, until out of the corner out the spyglass, you see a Brontosaurus walk out of the forest.

Upon closer inspection, you can see that it's slightly limping and it's torso was torn apart and gushing blood. You weren't thinking about what could've done that.

Perfect you thought. You climb out of the bush and begin walking towards the weak Bronto. About 100 feet from the weakling, you pull out your Longneck Rifle from your back. You pull the lever down and load a bullet in the gun. Grabbing the lever, you slam it up, hearing the very satisfying click of the bullet being loaded into the chamber. You lift the heavy rifle up and put the stock into your shoulder. Aiming down the iron sights, you aim for the head. Your finger slowly slides off the receiver and onto the trigger. You pull the trigger, and next thing you know, the Brontosaurus gets hit with the bullet in the neck. It bellows in pain and begins to run in the forest. You load another bullet in the gun and shoot at the Bronto again, this time hitting it in the torso where the cuts were. It bellows again. You look over at the other Brontosaurus's. They were running away. You look back at the weakling. It was gone. Fortunately, there were footprints on the ground, so you followed them into the forest.

"Where the hell is it?" It had been an hour since it ran into the jungle, and you had lost track of the footprints. Looking for another track was impossible, you needed to find something. As you were searching, you brushed up against a fern with your hand. When you lifted your hand up, you noticed a familiar dark red liquid. It was blood. You looked up to see a whole trail of blood. You followed it without hesitation. After a few minutes of walking, you found it in a clearing. It was cornered by a cliff side; the perfect chance to kill it. You pull out the Longneck Rifle and aim it. Before pulling the trigger, you heard it bellow at something in the forest. You thought nothing of it, until the ground started to shake. Your eyes widened as the scenario built up in your head. The limping, the huge gash in the Bronto's torso. There could be only one carnivore that could do that much damage o a Brontosaurus: Giganotosaurus Furiosa. As you expected, the Giganotosaurus ran out of the forest and began charging at the Brontosaurus.

You stare at the Giganotosaurus as it successfully pushed over the Brontosaurus and began going to town on its stomach. The Brontosaurus was kicking and flailing as the Giganotosaurus was eating the Brontosaurus alive. Even the Giga was having trouble fighting the strength of the Brontosaurus, so it walked over to its neck and snapped it using its jaws. The Giganotosaurus walked back over to the Bronto's stomach and began eating. To your surprise, it instantly stopped and began sniffing the air. Your heart sank. You began to slowly backing up into the jungle, only getting half way into the jungle, until the Giganotosaurus walked over to you and began staring at you. It didn't know if you were a bush, or a human... yet.

Well, fuck.