Prehistorica

Chapter 15

Chapter 15
The Dark Skull

The back of the truck was dark. The rusty, metallic walls surrounded the back of the truck with no windows. The truck rocked back and forth as if multiple pot holes were in the road. The temperature was getting colder. I was shivering from the metal frame. We sat in the truck silently in the dark. Stephen pulls up his flashlight and points up to the ceiling. The light bounces from the ceiling and we are now able to see each other.

"Who are these people?" Stephen asked.

"I don't know." Grant replied. "Hopefully not working with the Enigma corporation."

"It can't be them." I told them. "I saw none of their logos on the uniform or weapons."

"Appearances can be deceiving mate." Daric added. "Be cautious on what their motives are."

"He's right. We need to learn about these people are before we do anything else." Grant told us.

"Let's just hope my brother is alright." Daric worried. "God knows where he could be?"

"Barlic is strong guy. He'll be alright." Ian said.

"I Hope you're right." Daric replied.

The truck stopped and everyone crashed down to the floor. I look up when I hear the sound of the door in front of us slammed shut. I listened to the footsteps walking around to the back door. I hear a group of people talking in Spanish and I lean my head against the door to listen. Thank god, I have taken eighth grade Spanish or I wouldn't know what they are talking about.

"Francis qué demonios estás haciendo? me ayudan a eliminar estos mocosos pésimos." Said one of the guards. "Traer refuerzos. Que podría haber más de ellos."

I back up to realize that the guards are about to open the door. Everyone started to crawl back into their seats. The lock is removed and the door is pulled away from us. The doors open wide and the image of a ruined military camp comes up. Just when I thought we left the camp, we end up into... Another camp. God I'm sick of camping right now.

"Tu es posible que salga por favor" the guard said. "I said come out."

The guards pulled us out one by one. They were playing some dubstep music over the speakers coming from the command center. The tents look around 50 to 60 years old. The table had rotten boards that are falling off of their nails. Their weapons are scratched and worn out from combat. Behind the tents are four large cages surrounding a campfire. The other guards stay on the bench drinking rum, smoking cigars, playing chess, and arm wrestling. The man with the golden desert eagle turned around and noticed us.

"Bloquear cada uno de ellos en las jaulas. Deje el uno con la camisa gris conmigo." The man commanded.

The guards dragged me to face him while he locks my friends in to the rusty cages. The guards threw me down to the ground and I look up at the cloaked man. I looked back and I noticed Ed, Emmott and the rest of camp Purgatory is here. The guy removed his jacket revealing the bullet proof vest and the black skull shaped necklace. He walks down from the stairs and looks down at me.

"My apologies on the inconvenient mishap of earlier, we're not used to seeing outsiders. American outsiders to say the least. This island is crawling around with these bizarre creatures roaming around..." He said.

"Dinosaurs." I corrected him.

"Dinosaurs. Hahaha this must be some kind of child's play huh? Running around the jungle screaming DINOSAURS!! THEY'RE COMING!! What a big prank. Sadly, I'm not as gullible as I used to be. Ugh where are my manners? I'm Señor Hazarmaveth, but please call me Eris. A man born in a beautiful city in Peru. A man rejected from a society he grew up in. A sailor who takes from the powerful and brings it back to the unfortunate. So please enlighten me, what is someone like you doing in a shithole like this." Eris asked.