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When Michael awoke the next day, the fire was burned out, he was still hungry though. The fat chicken like birds, was a good meal but he was hungry again. He knew he needed a actual base, somewhere that was safe to rest at night. "Ok to the beach I'll forgo the birds right now I'll gather a bunch of Barry's for breakfast, while I look for a better location." Michael muttered to himself, the fire was a pile of smoldering coals in the faint morning rays.

He drank from the brook to quench his thirst, afterward he grabbed his spear and set out back onto the beach. He passed a flock of the chickens some fatter then others, but he kept walking he hiked up the hill again and took in the yellow sea of grass. The rolling green hills beyond might hold his future or death, Michael sighed and started walking towards the hills watching the area constantly as to be aware of things around him. He walked till the sun was midway across the sky before stopping. Michael stopped to wipe the sweat off his brow, he took in his surroundings again, the rolling hills had turned into a vast plain of bright green grass with a small river flowing alongside it.

A couple familiar animals rommed the planes in front of him. Michael stared in awe as he watched Parasur, Tryceratops, and the ever deadly Segosaurus roamed around. Michael also saw what looked like a cagg from where he stood, he checked the position of the sun and guessed it to be midday or a little later. He needed to find a place to stay the night at least, so he could hunt and build a fire for the night. So Michael started towards what he thought was a small cragg It took him around fifteen to twenty minutes to reach the opening.

Michael stared at what he had assumed was a small cragg only it wasn't a cragg it was a small cave, enough to fit four or five men easily he grinned as he looked around. "If the night is a good one I may just stay here as a base for a while." Michael muttered as he turned to look at his resources on hand. The small river would be good for water and maybe fish, there were finish he could hunt so that was also food.

What looke like the beginning of a forest to the far right of the small cave would be a source of wood, for fires and building materials. Large rocks also decorated the sides of the field past where he had come from, so he knew he could get stones easily. He shook his head and started for the forest sticking to the outer edge as he gathered wood for his fire, making several trips to get enough wood and peeling thatch off a dead tree to work as his kindling. Michael settled down in the cave, putting the thatch down first he put smaller twigs on next then small branches, before pulling the same small rock out he had come to remember being flint he struck it against a small rock twice. The first produced small sparked that didn't catch the second time produced a bigger spark that, caught the dry thatch Michael leaned down and started to blow on the small ember to get it going.

All to soon he had a small fire going, it would hold till he could go catch some meat to cook on the fire. Michael stood grabbing his spear from the ground, he walked out of the small cave entrance and walked down the hill starting the hunt. Michael crouched down and started moving slowly along in the chest high grass, he had noticed a small deer while he gathered the last batch of thatch he hoped to bring it down. The deer had only wondered farther from the forest into the field, he made his way behind a couple rocks to keep out of sight while he made his way a little closer. The deer held it's head to the ground eating the grass and what little berry's were on the ground.

He would look up every so often to check the surroundings for predators, not knowing there was one less then 15 feet from him already. Michael crouched behind the rocks watching the deer for a minute or two till it wandered a little closer to him. He waited till it dropped it's head back down again and silently raised up pulling the spear back he threw it as hard as he could, the spear hit the deer right behind the shoulder and stuck out the other side of the deer. The deer jumped at the impact and took two steps before falling to the ground, the spear had hit it in the heart so it was good and dead. Michael stood from his crouch and started to walk towards the dead animal, he he gave a small Prayer for the animals spirit.

He tried to pull the spear from the deer only for it to break when he tugged on it, Michael cursed before looking at what had been the handle of his spear It had broke almost cleanly off leaving a small spike at the top. He set it aside, thinking he might be able to use it for something else later on for now he had a deer to gut. He used a small sharp peice of flint to start gutting the deer, once that was done he started on the hide trying to keep as much as he could so he would be able to make some clothes later on. All said and down it took him about 45 minutes to gut and clean the deer using a larger stone, he found near by to break the bones and get the shoulders and hams off. He left the rest of the body alone as he started back to his small cave prize in his arms, when he arrived at the cave he set the hide covered meat down and fed the fire.

Once he had a good fire going again he unfolded the hide and set to cutting small steaks off the hams for his dinner that night. While the ham steaks were cooking over the fire Michael started sharpening sticks to put at the entrance of the cave for the night. Stopping after 20 to 25 minutes to eat the meat that was cooked and put another on to cook, he finally finished making the makeshift barricades and sticking them in the dirt. Michael picked up a peice of flint and set about making a head for his spear, knowing it would take about three or four hours to make it. He stopped to eat the second steak when he was half way done with the head of the spear, Michael knew he would have to find a type of cordage to use for lashing the head to the body of the spear.

He stopped when the spear head was finished and looked at the single spear he had made when he was doing the makeshift spikes for his cave entrance. Picking the spear up he measured how far down he would have to cut the tip so the flint would fit snugly into the spear body, making a small mark with a rock he looked out and was not surprised to see the sun go down. Michael set the spear down leaning it on the wall by himself as he settled down to rest for the night. feeding the fire one more time before falling asleep for the night. Michael awoke close to midnight, he noticed that his fire was almost dead nothing but a bed of hit coals now. He stopped to listion and didn't here anything no animal calls or movement, which meant that a predator was in the immediate area.

The scream that pierced the night air actually made Michael jump a little, before he realised the scream was human in nature and not animal. Bolting up he grabbed his spear and the flint spear head he had made as a back up before he ran out of the cave entrance and stopped to listion again. The scream had come from what he assumed was the direction of the forest, he heard the scream again this time a little closer. He knew the scream had be coming from the forest, so he started running as fast as he could hoping he made it in time to save the person who had screamed. Michael crashed though the underbrush for what felt like hours but was only minutes, before he burst into a clearing taking everything in.

A young woman was cornered against a small rock while two huge sabercat's, paced around in front of her just outside the reach of her small bigger of the two cats crouched and got ready to pounce on the woman, Michael reacted as fast as he could throwing the spear before the big cat could make his move. The spear hit the cat in the back, not a kill shot but it got the attenchen of both cats. The woman was had a shocked look on her face when the cats turned to face the man who threw the spear. The bigger cat roared and jumped at the man, the smaller one made to do the same but the woman stabbed with her small spear.

While the woman fought the smaller cat Michael was busy dodging the bigger cat, he dodged left when it swiped at him and took the chance to grabb the spear. When he grabbed the spear he yanked down and pulled, the spear slid out of the sabercat and Michael spun out of the way of another swipe. Unfortunately he didn't do so fast enough as the cats claws cut across his arm leaving three very bloody gashes on his left arm. He flipped the spear to his off hand and grinned as the cat jumped at him, he swung the spear like a club hitting the sabercat in the head. The sabercat hit the ground but was back up an instant later and let out another roar, Michael could tell the cat was frustrated that the prey wasn't as easy as it thought.

He threw the spear one more time but the spear hit the cat in the shoulder instead of the head. The sabercat smacked the spear with his paw and broke it off. The stub left was no more then a couple inches sticking out of its shoulder area, the cat backed off and roared. When the cat backed off Michael took a second to look at the woman and saw she was handling the other cat well enough. The bigger cat looked back at the smaller one, then turned and looked at Michael before it bounded off into the forest. Michael watched the cat till it was out of sight before he looked over at the woman, just as the smaller cat drove the woman to the ground.

The woman screamed as she fell to the ground, she knew it was over now the cat would rip her throat out and eat her.

A/N Let me know what y'all think of this so far my first story so I'm hoping to keep up with a chapter a week maybe or maybe a chapter every two weeks