The Egg Travels
The Muertes chain.
A hellish volcanic island chain with harsh jungles, a place where even the indigenous tribal people had trouble living.
Then, Ingen came. Acting as though they could play God, they recreated the most powerful organisms in all of history, creatures not meant to coexist with man.
Dinosaurs. Entire ecosystems of the beasts now roamed all over the islands, ruling as though nothing had happened since their natural extinction.
But our story moves towards a small weapons company, in fact a derivative company of Ingen and Masani International, Dagon GeneTech. A viral weapons company devoted to creating viral and bacterial agents for pandemic warfare. In early 2009, they succeded, creating a bacterial agent which caused the afflicted to turn into a walking corpse, creating a horrifying monster intent on only feeding its hunger, with an incredibly short incubation period resulting in a horrifying weapon.
Several months later, after a small test deployment in a remote area of North Korea, it mutated nearly 3 days into deployment, turning airborne.
Within days nearly several million were infected, after a month, 300 million, with two, nearly everyone on the planet was infected.
But, on the Muertes chain, the dinosaurs thrived, oblivious to the destruction around the world.
Being immune to the bacteria they could even feed on the infected.
Our story, begins with an egg, and an egg thief.
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The Parasaurs were lazing about in the field, their normally skittish disposition lax from the extreme heat.
The young were playing in the in the center of the napping herd, slamming each other and squeaking loudly.
But one of the young ones, a juvenile male, ran to the river for a drink, the hot day and play making him thirsty.
But another creature in the river was cooling off. And hungry.
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The female rex was taking a short bath in the deep river to cool herself off from the heat, when this small snack had presented itself.
She waited for the small Parasaur to stick its snout into the water.
Then, she lunged.
She grabbed it's entire head without it making a sound, and quietly stepped out on the other side of the river bank, the herd none the wiser that they had just lost a member.
She walked for several minutes, the monkeys and Microceratus screeching in the treetops as she stomped through the brush towards her nest, one of several.
When she reached her nest, she found several other members of the pack lazing about and chewing on a freshly killed Stegosaurus.
She gently stepped around the nests, until she reached her own, and sat by it, her body curling up around her nest.
She dug in and started eating her freshly caught meal, oblivious to the tiny intruder to her nest.
A Dimorphodon had picked a hole near the bottom of her nest, and was pulling out one of her eggs, wanting a meal for it's hatchlings.
As it finally pulled one out, it was noticed by the mother, but it was too late.
She roared her displeasure as the Dimorphodon took flight, heading for it's nest.
The Dimorphodon headed for it's nest, but halfway through the journey, she was mobbed by several gulls, hoping for a meal from the large egg. Screeching out as it dropped the egg, the Dimorphodon flew off, trying to escape the gulls.
But the egg survived the landing, and landed in a small rusted dinghy, its interior covered with moss and plants, slowly making its way towards the ocean, no creature the wiser the egg, or the boat would ever have existed.
But this egg would play a major role in many peoples lives, keeping them safe from the walkers.
