Prehistoric World: Redeem

Farm

The wind was blowing strong through the high pine trees that outline one acre of land, the fields of reeds softly accompanied the movements of the air current that led to a two-story cabin in the middle of the woods, only accessible by a narrow dirt road. The house had a garage as an attachment and a healthy vegetable garden beside the door to the kitchen. The cabin was mostly made out of wood only with supports sustained by rock, there was a small opening on the left-hand side of the house that led to a trail into the woods, even though the habitation seemed to be built for privacy.

Yet there was always a sign of life a grey and white furry creature perked its head up the tall grass as it stalked an Eastern Bluebird, scavaging for scraps. The hunter charged out of the foliage running toward the bird, sadly missing its prey. The creature ended up being a three-year-old Sheep Dog Rooster, the animal adopted by the group of survivors that came to be a pretend family. The pet consciously barked at the bird as it was easily spotted at the top of the tree hanging from the branches.

That was until a young woman stepped outside the silent cabin, Alice Lang at the ripe age of sixteen whistled and called for the dog's attention, "Rooster!" She went over the ramp that replaced the stairs from the porch, "Come here, boy."

Rooster merrily came lunging at her with lots of joy, licking her entire face up. Alice responded to his affection with a series of tickles and patting, the girl's laugh only made the animal happier his long tail would swing faster than the mill at the top of the cabin, Alice picked up a tennis ball, throwing it further away from the front of the house.

Meanwhile, inside the house, there was a much calmer and much less exciting situation, Melissa Lang, better known as Missy, is a grown woman now she is still under twenty-five but she considers herself to be older mentally. Even after all those traumatic species, Missy tried to find comfort inside all of that mess, and over the course of these last years, she had found a new passion, painting.

Her entire room was covered in paintings she had worked on before, which mostly present what she feels in the moment or what she felt once before, and due to all the childhood trauma, she still has the self obligation and the eagerness to be loved by a parent. Missy was still affected by her father's actions and her hobby is what has been helping her through the process of healing, though she isn't ready to let go of much stuff just yet.

Soon enough a car pulls over the frontage of the cabin, Missy overhears the brakes immediately wheeling herself outside along with her sister. Her new somewhat guardians stepped out with concerning looks on their youthful faces, at the end of the day they were still just a few years older than her.

"How was it?' Alice asked with her common interest in dinosaurs, she hasn't lost her love for them.

Everett kneels down and plays around with Rooster before answering her question, "Quite a shocking discovery."

"Does it relate in any way to our survival experiences?" Missy asked while tightly gripping her flowery dress, "Just out of curiosity, based on your response."

"It does." Everett stands up throwing the tennis ball for Rooster to catch, "The dinosaur is familiar to us, especially Nat."

Natalie gives him an unsure look, "You don't have to mention that every time."

"Oh come on, that was single-handedly one of the most badass things you ever did." Everett confessed while holding her hands with pride and certainness.

Alice observed the two of them while asking, "So I'm assuming you're talking about the Acrocanthosaurus?"

"Damn right." Everett replied, letting go of her hands and picking up an ax.

Natalie looked over at the older girl just sitting in her wheelchair, "How has your day been, Missy?"

"The usual." Missy stated with very little enthusiasm.

"You sure?" Natalie asked trying to get into her brain, knowing something wasn't feeling right, "I just feel like you're not being your usual self."

Missy snapped out of her thoughts glaring at Natalie, "I don't know what you're talking about and I don't like the way you're talking to me, so excuse me I'm going back to my room." The girl rolls back into the cabin sealing the door with anger, Natalie observes letting out a heavy sigh and going after her.