Drag Carmen to the bandits’ car. No other chance.

You don’t waste a second - you snatch Carmen’s hand in your own and wrench her behind you, sprinting towards the abandoned vehicles. She doesn’t trip, thankfully, and manages to keep up pace with you.

One of the cavemen, an idiot, sees the two of you running and bounds at you, apparently forgetting about the giant fucking dinosaur closing in. It leaps at Carmen and you yank her in close, pressing her against you as you liquidly pull out your handgun and put three rounds in its thick chest.

You grab her shoulders and push her towards the car. “Go!” you yell.

She runs for the car desperately, gasping, but you slow down after her, skidding to a rough stop on your knees as you land next to Marcus’s corpse.

“Come on, come on…” you mutter as the roars get ever louder behind you, cavemen running past; too afraid to stop. You flip the body over, searching each pocket and edge in his clothing you can find, and then you feel it - a small metal edge in the back of his jeans, and you yank his car keys free.

A stomp only five meters behind you makes you jump. The roars of the T-Rex are deafening and you don’t bother looking back as you sprint toward the car, bag bouncing on your back. You skid to a stop and open the door, and both you and Carmen are next to each other in the car, and you fire up the engine with a perfect view of the T-Rex only a few steps away reaching down to chomp a screaming cavie in half.

As it swallows it hears the ignition of the car start, and a single beady eye trains on you from its side as a guttural roar begins escaping its throat.

“Drive!” Carmen yells.

You don’t need to be told twice. You pull the shift into reverse and slam on the accelerator.. The car screeches and burnt rubber sends up smoke as the car violently launches backwards, right as the dino reaches out to snap its massive jaw where you were parked a moment ago, its teeth finding only air.

You swing the wheel and the car turns; going into drive as you step on the gas and roar away from the city, past screaming cavemen and away from the T-Rex killing them. Zooming down the road, you check the rear to see the roaring dino continue hunting its easier victims, becoming ever smaller in the distance, and only then do you allow yourself a breath. You look to your right to see Carmen balled up in the passenger seat, hands over her head and hyperventilating.

You take a deep breath and look out at the road. The buildings have gotten smaller, and soon you’re on the open road out of the city, nary a dinosaur or a caveman to be seen.