Tribal Evolution

by NethanielShade

One island, one man, thousands of antidiluvian creatures. Or so he thinks, follow the story of one man's survival on the Ark, if the island was the size of France and the story was as realistic as possible. Male OC, possible F interest, violence, no lemons, more people will be in the story later.

Sweat dampened hair clung to his forehead as he stared up at the mesh roof of his tent. He watched bugs crawl around as they clung to the mesh, under the protection of the tarp. He lay sprawled over his hide sleeping bag, his breath heavy and his mouth sticky due to the humid air. He tasted salt, though whether it was from his sweat or from the salty aroma of the beach, he wasn't sure. The sun had beaten down on the man in the tent, and he could feel it's heat even in the shadow of the tarp over his Kevlar tent. He could hear insects buzzing in the tropical trees just up the beach and in the distance, mating calls of mesopithecuses. His tent flapped around lazily in the breeze gusting down the coast, and the tail of a lone compy grazed the tent as it scampered by. He sat up on his hide sleeping bag and rolled his shoulders as his damp shirt clung to his back. He looked around himself as he could make out silhouettes through the half-green-half-sand-colored tent, and was satisfied after not seeing anything interesting.

He sighed a moan of lazy, tired exasperation before unzipping the tent and crawling out onto the soft, sandy beach. He looked down a few yards at the ocean water, the waves gently licked at the dry sand, making it darker for a few seconds, before lightening up under the hot sun. It is midday and the man had been in his tent resting from the heat of the day, after traveling all morning. A parasaurolophus laid nearby, saddled and leashed to a dry dead log by a leather lead. The man has had this dinosaur as a companion for two weeks, and named it Emperor on account of it's crest that all parasaurs have. It was not his only companion, however. The man let out two short whistles, a high note, then a high note that dragged out to a lower tone, and a Utahraptor burst straight out of the nearby coniferous brush, speeding straight towards him. The man stood his ground, and the raptor stopped, it's face an inch from the man's. The parasaur had a saddle and a bridle, but the raptor was free of the bridle so it had the freedom to bite whomever it chose. However this raptor would not, for it had a saddle and a name. It's name was Abercrombie, on account of it's grin that always seemed to ridicule the man, as if the raptor was a know-it-all. Abercrombie had also been the man's companion for two weeks, for the man had been on this island for two weeks with these two creatures being his only companions since the second day of his survival. The man attached a leather lead from the parasaur's saddle to the raptor's saddle, and then quickly folded his sleeping bag and tent up within the same five minutes, securing them to the parasaur's saddle. Secured on the other side of the saddle were a crudely made short bow and a flint-and-branch spear made by the man himself, and a crossbow with sanded and polished wood, shiny metal, and a 250 pound draw weight. The crossbow and tent were his prized possessions, and he had found them in a strange glowing crystal that descended from the sky.

The man had been traveling and surviving on this god-forsaken island for eight days now, and his only mission had been to find any signs of another human being.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the short first chapter! Think of it as a sort of prologue, or an introduction to the story. The second chapter will be more interesting and longer for sure! I have a plot down and everything, so be sure to keep up with the story! I will be updating it regularly.