Camp Cretaceous: Apex Predator

Camp Cretaceous: Apex Predator

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You're an interesting person to say the least. You're unique, you can eat more than your body weight, people gets warnings in their head around you to be cautious for unknown reason. Your senses are sharper, you're stronger, faster, and more durable than a normal person. Most of all you have a pair of horns since an accident happened in an abandoned hidden laboratory with a logo named IngenX behind the powerplant when you were a child, you manage to sneak in and were playing with the instrument and vials filled with different colors, and you're juggling a vial called Type-HNT genome until it broke in your hand cutting it, not noticing the contents of the vial went in your wound and into the bloodstream. You quickly sweep the remaining contents and glass under a desk to avoid getting in trouble. Then you bolted out of there. In the end your grandparents noticed different changes with you at first your diet and habits, you move more silently like your stalking them, you like to bask in the sun, you run faster than a trackstar, and the second thing they find weird about it is that you've horns and suddenly a tail are slowly growing out of your body. Others notice it they call you freak, a mutant but you don't care. But on one faithful day, a dumbass pulled your tail as you're passing through the corridor since you don't know how to retract it yeh. Let's say that he won't be won't be finishing the school that year and the bullies steer clear when you are around. The nerds and the bullied always crowd around, they saw you as a protector of the weak and their big brother, they try to befriend you as to make it like they're not using you for protection and you always shut them out but they're persistent. In the end you gave in and befriend all of them. They found out that you're chill and smart type of person to hangout with. But enough for that now, the story is about how you became the Apex Predator on an island filled with dinosaurs.
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