Fall of Hell

Chapter 2

The Dakotaraptor had squeezed herself in the den, the Tyrannosaur was unable to chase her, the animal bellowed and walked off, attempting to find food, once again his size was his downfall. The Dakotaraptor looked around the den, waiting for the Tyrannosaur to leave. She had bright blue eyes, that were dim due to the perpetual darkness of the Hel Creek wasteland. She looked around the Den, a few skeletons caught her eye, 2 Adult Anzu laid there, nothing but a thing of bone and plume, the skin had almost completely fallen off, their appearance was eerie, they shouldn't look like that. The Dakotaraptor trotted off to look around more, the Wasteland didn't provide much else to do than to walk around. Before the impact she had siblings to play with and there were massive ferns to keep herself busy, now she had no family, the plant life was dead or dying, and everything is in a cycle of killing and being killed.

After some time, the Dakotaraptor steini came across a small animal, it was in a thing of dying ferns, hidden, curiosity consumed the Dakotaraptor. She looked at the ferns, a small, juvenile, Triceratops prorsus jabbed her about with its nubs, child-like Horns, and bolted off elsewhere, The Dakotaraptor followed intently. She was stopped when it laid next to a larger Triceratops, the animal gave off a rotten smell, it looked starved and pale, one of its horns was broken and there were massive gashes in its body, and frill... its cheekless face was scary enough along with the ghost-like appearance, the unnerving thing was the child's comfort, with the husk of a Mother, it's eyes rolled into the back of its skull, unmoving. The Dakotaraptor walked up to it, the stench threw her off, the Child not realizing what Dakota had... the Mother.... is dead.

The Dakotaraptor walked off, as she traveled she took in how barren the Wasteland had become, it was teaming with life after the impact, given everything was small but the area was still alive... but as time passed it got progressively more dead, more harsh to survive in. She truly did miss the old times where there was plenty to do.