Hello my fellow fan fiction writers, readers, and reviewers. I would like to take this time to say thank you for your continued support on my other story, "Pokemon: The Untold Story of Arc". Now though... I feel that its time to start a new adventure, but this time in the realm of Ark Survival Evolved!.

As always... please read and enjoy~ Scriffignano

The sun shone brightly as a new day dawned, but not all was well. Aches, pains, and the beating sun ravaged his body as he laid face down in the soft, but hot sand. His senses slowly came back to him and he struggled to his knees and looked around to see a beautiful beach lined with palm trees and other low lying shrubbery and ferns.

"What the hell?" A young gentleman looked around. "Where in the fucks sake am I? And for that matter… where the hell are my cloths?!" He immediately noticed that he was wearing nothing but a simple loincloth around his waist

Utterly confused by what was going on, he scratched his wrist only to feel something extremely hard where it shouldn't be. Looking down, he discovered a diamond shaped apparatus set in his wrist. Terrified at what it was he tried to pull it off, but as soon as he made a single tug, he realized that it was firmly fused to his skin.

"What is this thing?" He pressed his fingers against the apparatus, feeling the cold steel underneath his fingertips.

He continued to examine the implant, noticing the orange etching that outlined a diamond shape in the steel, but he had to stop soon after. A strange noise that reminded him of something scratching against steel resonated from behind him, The young gentleman slowly turned around and came face to face with a pair of strange scaly bipedal lizards with crests on their head and frills around their neck. There were also a nasty assortment of quills that ran down the middle of the creatures back.

"These are…!" The gentleman looked surprised. "D- d- Dinosaurs! But how?"

The young man didn't have time to ponder the situation for one of the little dinosaurs hissed loudly and flared its frills out. Its mate did the same and made a disgusting sound similar to choking before spitting some sort of green acid at the young man making him jump back in response.

"Oh shit!"he decided to run from the small hunters knowing he was outnumbered and outmatched in a fight against them.

The little hunters started to pursue him across the beach, showing surprising swiftness. He could only hope that he can escape with his life now.

"I have no idea what's going on here, but I'm definitely no longer in Tulsa, Oklahoma!"

Chapter 1

Arc clambered up a nearby tree and waited patiently while listening to his surroundings. Many moons have passed since his arrival on this mysterious land, but the days have blurred together and have not been gentle to him. After running across those two small hunters which he learned were Dilophosaurus on his first day, he also encountered some of the other residents of this hostile land including a nasty pack of Utahraptors that would have surely killed him if a passing potbellied pig like animal called a Phiomia hadn't caught their attention. He had also come across a few flocks of pudgy Dodo birds while here and often made a quick meal out of them whenever he saw them.

This time though… he was on the hunt for much bigger prey. A few days ago he had spotted the tracks of an injured animal, but every time he would venture after it, the animal would vanish into the thicker parts of the forest for safety. This time he was ready for the beast and got ahead of it before it had a chance to escape into the forest.

After about an hour of waiting, his patience started to pay off. A large herd of Parasaurolophus lumbered down the shoreline towards the game trails that would lead deeper in the forest. Towards the back of the herd he spotted a young female Parasaurolophus with a pronounced limp in her right leg and a trail of blood following her. Arc was amazed that the animal had survived for as long as she has without getting picked off by predators, but her luck was soon about to turn for the worst.

The herd slowly moved into the forest one by one, funneled in by the narrow game trail they chose, leaving them completely exposed for an attack. Just as the injured female was about to pass under the tree that Arc was hiding in, he whistled loudly causing the entire herd to pause for a moment. Hidden in the undergrowth were a pair of frilled Dilophosaurus ready to pounce and they each jumped out of their hiding spot before spraying their noxious venom at the injured Parasaurolophus, blinding the animal. She bellowed in pain and thrashed about, trying to figure out where her assailants were hiding.

With the animal temporarily blinded and her herd hightailing it deeper into the forest, Arc jumped out of the tree with his spear in hand and landed on the Parasaurolophus' flanks. The force of his landing knocked her off balance and sent the injured Parasaurolophus crashing to the ground giving Arc the opportunity he was looking for. He drove his spear into the ribcage of his quarry, piercing its heart and killing it before it could even bleat for a second time.

The two Dilophosaurus hissed and clicked as they gathered to finish off the already dead animal, but stopped when Arc blocked them with his spear. "Gears! Mavis! Stand down!" His voice was stern.

The two hunters then waited patiently as Arc stuck his spear into the ground and pulled out a crude flint knife he had made. He then started to clean the fresh carcass, taking as much of the hide as he could before slicing deep into the tender flesh of the animal. Even though this was his first time actually bringing down a Parasaurolophus, he had scavenged from the carcasses of this species on many occasions making it easy to know which cuts had the best flavor. Once he finished harvesting the meat he then drove his knife into the neck of the beast and sliced off the head.

After he finished taking what he was able to carry for himself, he stood up and snapped his fingers twice gaining the attention of both Gears and Mavis. They charged forward and started to tear off huge chunks of flesh from the carcass before diving into the chest cavity of the animal. The first thing to go was the liver and surprisingly, Gears and Mavis were actually sharing instead of fighting over the most nutrient rich portions of the animal's innards.

Once they had eaten their fill, Arc kneeled down next to Gears and strapped a small set of leather bags on the hunter before moving on to Mavis. He then filled the bags up with meat from the hunt, knowing that he needed to distribute the weight amongst all of them if they were to make it home.

"Okay you two. Let's head home." Arc shouldered a thick leather backpack and headed for the beach with his two pets in tow.

"What… where the hell am I" A young woman pushed herself up from the sandy shoreline and scanned her surroundings.

Up above, two bat like creatures screeched loudly as they passed by drawing the young ladies attention for a quick moment. She wondered what the leathery creatures were, knowing full well that they were way too big to be any known species of bat.

Scared of her surroundings, they young lady took several steps back and accidentally stepped on something soft and fleshy. Turning around, she discovered that she accidentally stepped on someone's hand, but the poor sap that the hand was attached to was already dead. His throat was ripped out and blood coated the ground where his body was dragged. His organs were also spilled onto the sand and there was obvious signs that something was feeding on the carcass. The young woman screamed at the sight, her voice echoing across the beach with deafening volume.

"This isn't happening! What is this horrible place?!" She turned on a heel and ran up the beach towards a huge mass of rocky outcrops where she hoped to find shelter.

Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched from within the dense foliage by several sets of glowing red eyes. A series of hoarse croaks and squawks soon followed as the red eyes disappeared into the forest.

Arc and his two Dilos sat in the relative safety of his thatch hut and roasted a bloody slab of Parasaurolophus steak over an open flame. His home was a simple setup of a couple home made chests, a bed, table for crafting and a couple of hide rugs laid out on the floor for Mavis and Gears respectively.

It was still early in the day, but due to the fact that Arc was out for most of the night stalking the Parasaurolophus herd, he was really tired and wanted nothing more than to take a mid morning nap.

"Stand guard you two… I'm going to catch some-" He was just about to fall asleep when he heard a loud scream come from right outside his hut.

Arc jumped to his feet and whistled loudly, alerting both Gears and Mavis to be ready to fight. Arc grabbed his spear and jumped out the front door, but no one was there. The scream resonated again from deep within the craggy outcrops that surrounded his home.

"Shit… not again." Arc took off running towards the noise with Gears and Mavis hot on his trail.

He rounded a corner and spotted a young female wearing nothing more than simple white undergarments cornered by a pair of tall birds… Terror birds to be exact. They reminded Arc of chickens, but these chickens had sledgehammer like beaks, stood seven feet tall, and had talons that could rake your flesh with the greatest of ease.

She screamed again as the birds drew even closer and squaked loudly. It seemed all over for the young survivor as she did nothing more than just curl up into a ball and whimpered as the birds closed in for the kill. One of them that was covered in white downy feathers leaned in and opened its massive beak to crush her head before giving off a hoarse cackle of pain. Turning around, the Terror bird spotted a spear embedded in its side and Arc wrestling its mate with his knife while on its back..

Every time it would go to snap at Arc, he would draw back his arm before plunging his knife back into the soft hide that covered the feathered beast. He then whistled loudly and his two hunters Gears and Mavis shot vile globs of acid at the struggling carnivore, blinding it in the process.

The girl who had been laying there the entire time looked up only to see a young man as he drove his knife into the eye socket of the bird, killing it instantaneously before rolling away from its twitching corpse.

She could only watch in terror as the second bird gave a series of hoarse croaks as it aimed to avenge the death of its mate. Charging forward, the bird drove its head into the man's chest, knocking the wind out of him. The twin scaled creatures that accompanied her would be rescuer hissed and made a series of clicks before circling the birds and nipping at its heels in an attempt to keep it at bay. Their attempts while valiant, did little more than pester the carnivore as it kicked them both aside and charged back at the young man. Her fear and anxiety built to a breaking point and she passed out due to the stress she was under.

Arc was still recovering from the last blow and it seemed like it was going to be the end for him, but he had one more surprise up his sleeve. Twisting to the side at the last moment, Arc dodged the massive bird with only inches to spare and watched as it crashed into the tree behind it.

With its neck broken by the force of the collision, the Terror bird's limp body crumpled to the ground in a messy heap and twitched for several seconds. It wasn't the first time that he had tangled with Terror birds and it probably won't be the last. He knew that while they were powerful creatures, they aren't the brightest and could be fooled easily into killing themselves unintentionally. Their bones were hollow much like the birds he grew up with at home, so any real pressure placed on them would make them shatter like glass.

With both of the birds dead, Arc sat down on his knees and panted heavily. Sweat glistened on his body as he recovered from the efforts involved with killing the two Terror Birds. Nearby, Gears and Mavis tore away at the body of the animals, relishing in the delicacies that resided in the animal's chest cavity.

After regaining his energy, Arc stood back up, retrieved his knife and spear and walked over to where the young girl had fallen unconscious. She was much shorter than Arc was and more heavily built. Her hair was burnt red, almost brown in color and her face was quite beautiful in his personal opinion. She also looked to be the kind of girl that didn't say much unless she was comfortable around someone.

He then hoisted her over his shoulder and walked towards his house with both Gears and Mavis in tow. He planned on coming back to harvest what he could from the two Terror Birds, but for now he needed to get the young lady somewhere she could recover from the trauma she just experienced.

"Well… it looks like I'm going to lose my bed for a bit." Arc chuckled to himself.

Several hours had passed before the young lady's eyes started to flutter open. She sat up and found herself in a quaint thatch cabin with only a few basic amenities and an open fire. There was a slab of meat roasting over the flame that caught her immediate attention. She was starved and despite the fact that she was in a stranger's home, she took a nibble off the slab and found the taste to be rather savory.

She was just about to take another bite when she heard someone yell outside. Confused, she crept towards the door and took a gander outside to see the same young man that she saw grappling with the two overgrown chickens that attacked her earlier. Nearby she also spotted the pair of tiny scaled beasts that were with him during the fight. They seemed to be building something, but it was unclear as to what it was.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty." The young man noticed her peering at him from inside his house.

Unsure of how to answer him, she stepped outside the house and gave him a small wave while still being very shy and guarded about herself. He waved back at her and gave her a big smile, showing that he was delighted to finally have someone to talk to.

"So… you gonna tell me your name?" He continued his work and split a piece of wood using a simple stone hatchet.

"Um… my name is… Kylie. Kylie Kendra. What's your's" She stammered a bit.

"The name is Arc. Arc Sabor, and the two Dilophosaurus over there are Gears and Mavis." He pointed at his two frilled hunters that clicked and hissed in response.

She eyed up the small dinosaurs and took an immediate notice of the sharp teeth that lined their mouths. Unsure of their behavior, Kylie questioned whether they were safe to be around or if they would attack her.

"Gears and Mavis are as loyal as a household dog. They won't hurt you." He walked over and smoothed the quills that lined their backs.

She knelt down and put a hand out submissively for them to sniff. Understanding that she was a friend and not a foe, both Gears and Mavis made sharp clicks of respect before nuzzling up against her body. They then made several chatters before dashing off behind the house .

The outside of Arc's little shack was lined with a simple wall and a spiked barrier that keep most predators at bay. He had several more storage sheds out here that were filled with wood, thatch and plant fibers that he used to build the structures that made his home.

"You have a nice home. Did you build it yourself." Kylie questioned.

"I sure did. I've been living here for the last nine months or so, but... the days have begun to blur together. I don't even know if it's January or September anymore." He chopped another piece of wood and started lashing them together. "Can you do me a favor and get me that piece of hide over there?"

Kylie looked behind her to see a massive rolled up piece of hide laying on the sand and picked it up. She unrolled it at Arc's request and helped him lay it out across the wooden frame that he had just lashed together.

"What are you making?" She was curious of his work.

"I'm making another bed. You're going to need a place to sleep aren't you?" He chuckled and started poking holes in the edges of the hide.

"Place to sleep?... you mean you're going to let me stay here with you?"

"Well… would you rather me toss you to the Terror Birds and Utahraptors outside that fence?" He stuck his knife in the sand and began to weave plant fibers through the holes in the hide, effectively making a taught and comfortable surface for her to sleep on. "Look… the Ark is not exactly a place that you can go trouncing around on your own. You'll be dead before you could even say oops."

She cringed at the harshness of his words and became really quiet. She was grateful of his kindness, but couldn't help but feel like she was imposing too much on him. "Are you sure it's okay? I feel like I'm imposing too much on you."

"Nonsense… I don't get many visitors these days and I would love to have an extra set of hands around to help out. Think of it this way. You need a place to stay and I need the extra help." He smiled at her and picked up the bed frame. "By the way… I made you some clothes. They are hanging up over there." He pointed at a clothesline towards the back of the house.

Kylie looked down at herself and blushed, realizing that she was still wearing the simple white undergarments she found herself in when she arrived here. As Arc got the bed in the house, She got dressed into the clothes he provided and saw that actually fit her reasonably well. The chest area was a bit tight, but other than that the clothes were rather comfortable.

"Thank you." She gave him a slight bow after going back inside and finding a fresh bed for her to sleep on and the clothes he provided for her. "I just hope I can return the favor soon."

"I can almost guarantee that." He started looking through one of the chests when he heard a knock coming from outside.

"What was that?" Kylie jumped at the noise that was followed by several musical bellows.

"Well well well. Sounds like Sasha and Harley are here." Arc pulled out a couple of leather bags and walked out the front door.

"Who?" Kylie was really confused. "I thought you and I were the only humans here."

"Hardly… there are several tribes that dot the island, but not all of them are friendly." Arc moved a log that was used to barricade the front gate. "Sasha and Harley are members of the Thunderhoof Traders that make their home just to the west of us. The stop by every so often to trade goods with me." He smiled.

Arc pushed open the gate to meet two young women and their Parasaurolophus mounts. They wore simple leather armor and were each equipped with a weapon of their choice. Harley was a slim young curly haired redhead that had a bow strapped to her back. Sasha on the other hand was a more brawny woman that brandished a war axe made from a sharpened clam shell lashed to a piece of bone.

"Good afternoon ladies!" Arc greeted them like old friends. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

"Good afternoon to you to Arc." Sasha was the first to respond. "Came to see if you needed anything."

"I always need things." Arc chuckled. "But these are what I have to trade." He tossed the leather bags at Harley which she caught expertly.

Kneeling down, Sasha and Harley started rummaging through the bags and pulled out the items that caught their interest. Some of the things they had were bone fragments from previous kills Arc had made, the talons of the Terror birds that he killed to save Kylie, and other raw materials.

"Well it seems that you had some good luck on your side if you were able to get- Who… is she?" Harley immediately noticed Kylie standing there awkwardly behind Arc.

"Oh… Harley, Sasha… This is Kylie Kendra." He pulled her over so she could meet his two trader friends. "I met her earlier today."

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you." They both waved at her. "You new to the Ark?"

"Y-yeah." She spoke softly and shuffled her feet. "Its nice to meet you."

"Welcome to the hell then." Sasha laughed. "So Arc… what do you want for these?" She pointed at the mess of items that the two pulled out of the leather bags.

"I was hoping to get some spear tips, arrows for my bow, or if not those two then perhaps a new weapon all together." He made a motion towards Kylie. "She is going to need something eventually."

Kylie raised an eyebrow at Arc. She was shocked that she had just met this guy and he had already given her a place to sleep, clothes on her back, and now he was getting her a weapon. Either he was just overly generous or he had an ulterior motive about him.

"Well since we really need some of the things you have… How about we get you the spear tips and a simple weapon for your lady friend there." Harley walked over to her Parasaurolophus and rummaged through his saddle bags.

While Harley was digging around, Arc walked up to the two beasts of burden and pulled some berries out of his pocket. "Hey Buck, hi Blaze! How you two doing?" He gave them both treats and rubbed their bony crests.

The two Parasaurolophus made low rumbling noises in their crest and dipped their heads. By the time Arc was finished greeting the two mounts, Harley had a bag of goods ready for him. Opening the bag, Arc found a dozen or so spear heads that were sharp and ready to go. He then found a huge thigh bone that could easily make a devastating club if put in the right hands.

"Well as always… it's been a pleasure doing business with you Arc." The two ladies got back up in the saddles. "So when are you coming to visit us?"

"When I finally capture a ride of my own." Arc chuckled and waved them off.

"Well it should be easier now with an extra set of hands around. Take care you two." Sasha drove her heels into the sides of Blaze, spurring her forward towards the western shore where her home was.

Harley followed her upon Buck and the two disappeared over the hillside. Arc shouldered his bag of goods and walked back inside the safety of his compound. With a fresh set of spear heads and an extra pair of hands around to help him, Arc felt confident that things were going to get a little easier around here for him and Kylie.

"Arc… I have a question." Kylie followed him inside and helped put the wooden brace back on the gate. "Why did you do that for me?"

"Because it would be stupid to have you go out with me unarmed." He gave her the thighbone. "Now… you hungry?"

She hefted the weapon and found it relatively lightweight, but dense. It would certainly hurt if she were to hit someone or something with it. "Yeah… I could eat." She followed him inside.

The two lazed about for a good portion of the afternoon, getting to know each other and what their lives were like before being transported to this tropical nightmare. Arc started first and told of his life.

"I was a rancher in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I used to raise a wide variety of farm animals and rode a horse for a living." He smiled, remembering his old steed that he forged a bond with. "How about you? What was your life like?"

"Well…" Kylie sighed. "I was a college student near Chicago. The last thing I remember was an extremely bright light and then I found myself on that beach."

"Same thing here." Arc handed her a stone plate with a piece of meat and some berries on it. "And before you ask… No, I don't know if there is any way off this island." he sat down on his bed and began to eat. "I would have left long ago if I did know."

Kylie sighed and ate her meal in silence. The food was delicious and she found her new acquaintance to be a rather nice guy. He was well built and had golden blonde hair and dashing blue eyes. Several scars ravaged his arms, presumably from fighting the other residents of this hostile land. She then thought about what he said a little more and it begged an odd question.

"Wait... you said your from Oklahoma?" She earned a positive nod from him. "You sounds as if your from the mid west though... you don't even have an accent."

Arc chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Didn't live there long enough to acquire one. I moved from the mid west to Oklahoma only a year or so before I was banished to this nightmare."

After the two finished eating, Arc walked over to the chests again and started muttering to himself as he sorted through the things he had. After finishing with the chests he moved on to the crafting table and wrote down a small list on a sheet of hand crafted paper.

"We are going to have to go outside the base walls tomorrow." He gave Mavis and Gears a pat on the head before sitting back down.

"What for?" She was a bit scared of leaving the compound.

"We are running a bit low on some supplies… If all goes well we should have everything we need by tomorrow afternoon."

"I apologize if I'm the reason you're running short on things…" She felt bad about being such a burden.

"Don't be. If anything, this will be a great opportunity for us to try working together and if we are lucky… we will be able to capture a mount for us soon." He smiled before leaning back on the bed.

"Well… we should probably get some sleep. Night comes pretty early here and it's not safe to go out when the other more hostile predators start skulking around outside."

With that said, Arc and Kylie retired for the rest of the night, wandering in their wakeless dreams of what the future could hold for them.

With the first chapter out, I would like to thank The Ultimate Survivor, author of "HOTD Ark Survival Evolved Crossover" for being the inspiration I needed to start this second project. For all those who may be curious, yes... the Arc you meet in this book is the very same OC that I use in my Pokemon story, but with a few cosmetic changes.

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