Scenarios

The Hypos

The night is stormy. The herd quietly grazes as freezing sheets of rain fall from the cloudy night sky. The dinos' thick hides keep them warm, but the smaller creatures use the larger trikes and parasaurs as cover from the hard rain and wind. Lighting flashes, briefly illuminating a massive predator stalking the herd. A gallimimus spots it and screeches into the night. The whole herd is suddenly on alert. They clump together, wet hides scraping against each other as the herd moves up the hill onto a ridge. They keep the unseen predator below them as they slowly make their way up the mountain. Squeezed as tightly together as they can get, trikes line the outside while smaller and weaker herbivores like parasaurs, diablocertopses and gallimuses walk in the middle. Lighting flashes again, showing the herd that the mammoth hunter is a hypo Tyrannosaurus rex. Genetically modified by the unseen human observers to hunt and kill constantly. Ever hungry, ever growing, three times as tall as the huge trikes, and almost four times as long. Finally the herd is left with nowhere to go as they reach the top. They turn around and form a wall between the rex and the smaller dinos. Trikes and paras line up across the whole ridge, keeping the diablos and gallis behind them. As the hypo cautiously approaches, the whole wall shuffles and roars at it to threaten it off. Horns and head crests clacking together, along with threatening bellows create a chorus that would strike terror into any creature that hears it. Any creature but a hypo rex. In response to the threatening wall of spikes and horns, the rex roars right back at the herd. The roar is something out of nightmares. It stretches on for minutes, changing pitch and volume the whole time. It goes from a low, bellowing growl, to a high pitched, almost demonic screech. Lighting flashes once more, lighting up the standoff. The herd stands firm, as does the gargantuan rex. Nothing moves, and nothing makes a sound. The rain picks up, causing mud to begin sliding down the mountain. Soon there will be no ground stable enough to stand on. The herd knows they have to move. The whole wall starts to move forward as one, growling and bellowing as they get closer and closer to the threat. As the ridge widens, the wall spreads out, and the smaller diabloceratopses move up to fill in any gaps. They're smaller, but they're known for having sharper horns. The hypo backs up slightly as the wall approaches. The herd knows it has no choice but to charge, so they do just that. They speed up and begins charging the hypo as one. Lightning flashes as the rex roars and charges forward as well. It stomps right over the trikes, grabbing a diablo in its massive jaws and flings it over the edge. Everything falls apart once the rex is behind the herd. Gallis panic and scramble to get over the wall. Trikes and diablos struggle to turn around on the narrow ridge. Paras begin running for their lives, trying to get a head start on escaping the much faster rex. The hypo quickly turns around and rushes back through, trampling gallis and diablos alike. It reopens it's gaping maw and clamps them shut around an entire trike. The entire herd gives up on fighting and rushes into the stormy night, looking to loose the rex in the trees.