ARK Survival Ascended

Chapter Two

Ethan's Pov

"Hey, kid. Wake up," I woke up to the sound of Bob's voice. I groaned in protest. "Will you knock it off? I'm trying to sleep. A man needs his beauty sleep."

Bob looked down at me, his eyes squinting. "Unless you want to be dinosaur food, I'd suggest you get up, kid." He told me and walked away. I was left sitting there with a dumbfounded face. "That guy..." "Ethan just wake up, we're all already up, so there's no reason for you to be sleeping still." I heard Brendon's voice urge me awake. And he was so nonchalant about it.

I let out a grumble. Why couldn't everyone just let me sleep in peace?

I reluctantly got up off the makeshift sleeping bag. The warmth of the makeshift sleeping bag left me and was replaced with the cool morning air. I groggily rubbed my eyes, draining the remnants of sleep.

I looked around at our camp. It was settled in a small area in the forest inside some ruins. Our camp was in the middle of the ruins - a perfect area for a base camp in this prehistoric jungle.

Near the ruins was a small stream of freshwater that ran down the forest. Bob really did know what he was doing when he picked this place to settle for the night.

Speaking of the night, I found out that nights on a prehistoric island are absolutely terrifying. Hearing chirps and calls from who knows what kind of dinosaurs freaked me out the night, so it makes sense why I'm so reluctant to get up.

I found my friends were already awake, sitting around the fire eating some meat which seemed like breakfast. Watching them eat was just torture; I felt a low grumble coming from my stomach. I sat down on a log next to Landon, who had already dug into the mystery meat.

"Here," I heard Bob say. I looked up at him. He held a drum of the mystery meat my friends were eating. I hesitantly accepted the meat.

I stared down at the meat, eyes debating whether to eat it or not. I looked over at Landon, who had already eaten half of his. "Yo, Landon, "I called over. "What's this made of? Looks like a drumstick." I asked him. He chewed on the mystery meat for a few seconds, like he was thinking about my question, before swallowing it down. He answered. "It's a Dodo. Don't worry, Bob said their good for food."

I raised a brow. "Does it taste good?"

"Just think of it like chicken and eat it." Landon told me and took another bite of his drumstick. I shrugged, taking his word for it and biting into the drum.

It actually did taste like chicken.

"Wow, never thought I'd be eating an extinct bird for breakfast." I joked with a mouthful of meat. Landon chuckled at my comment. "Well, we never thought we'd be on a prehistoric island, but... here we are."

I hummed in response.

"I honestly still can't believe we're on a killer dino island. It still feels like a dream." Grant joined the conversation. He was sitting on a log in front of us, already finished with his breakfast. "I can agree to that," Landon said, nodding.

I looked up, watching as the trees above us danced in the breeze. It looked like any other forest, tricking my mind into forgetting we were on a prehistoric island. "Yeah," I sighed, my gaze returning to my two friends. "It's still hard to believe this is our life now." Grant and Landon both nodded in agreement.

"Well, at least we don't have school to worry about." I remarked. A chuckle escaped the two. "No more pop quizzes, no more final exams, no more idiots trying to spray paint the lockers every Monday." Grant added with a grin.

"Won't that be interesting." Landon said.

I took my last bite out of the drum, before hearing footsteps approach. "Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Jason's voice asked. "Nothing." I replied. Jason shrugged and sat down on the log.