Unfit For Survival (Ark Fanfic.)

Chapter 2: Humans Are More Deadly

"Hey! Knock it off! Please! I am harmless, seriously!" I woke up to feel the small shack being shook by something outside the walls. Heavy breathing and deep grunting was heard every time the makeshift building violently shook. 

I grabbed what I could and ripped the strip lock off the door and practically fell on the ground due to the shaking. Running to the side I saw what had so kindly woken me up. A turtle. A giant fucking turtle was headbutting my house for some reason. Didn't seem like it was too dangerous as it looked at me and let out a strangely deep cry. After looking at me for a moment it continued hitting its head against my wall.

"Alright, calm down there, Michelangelo, let's not wreck my house." The orange tinge on the spiked shell made me think of my favorite ninja turtle. That and its odd behavior. 

Approaching it, I saw that it was taller than me by a few inches. When I was close enough to touch, its eyes moved to me and all of a sudden it started to hurry towards me, snapping towards my waist.

"What!? Hey, stop that! Dude, stop!" I was backtracking as quickly as I could, reaching behind me for my door when its powerful mouth latched onto one of the pouches I had tied around my makeshift belt. It clicked in my head what the turtle was trying to do. I gripped the pouch and ripped it from the turtle, somehow managing to take it back from it. "Hungry? Let's share then since I'm hungry too."

I held the pouch in front of me and walked slowly to the fire pit where I sat down. The turtle followed me and kept grunting, snapping its mouth every so often towards the pouch as I restarted the fire. It was surprisingly easier than the day before which made me pleased. Once the fire was started I opened up the pouches and emptied the berries on one of the remaining large leafs I had. The turtle seemed more excited about the less sweet small grape ones so I pushed the pile towards it and ate the remaining blue and red ones I still had remaining from the night before. The turtle finished its pile quicker than I did mine and began nudging its head towards mine.

"Nope, these are mine. I thought you were a turtle, not a piggy. You should have taken your time with yours. Not my problem." I spoke as if I was scolding the turtle and as if it understood my firm tone, it let out an annoyed snort, its hot breath bathing my face. "Pout all you want, buddy. I shared already."

I turned back to my food and only managed to eat a small handful of berries before my body was practically thrown forward by what I assumed was only a gentle nudge. Letting out an annoyed sigh, I push my berries towards the turtle and watched it eat. It was docile enough that it let me rub my hand on its head. Its skin felt tougher than a regular turtle's. It reminded me of the triceratops I met yesterday. Looking around out of curiosity, I found the gentle dinosaur roaming on the far edge of the beach just grazing in the nearby bushes. 

The sun wasn't too high in the sky so I figured it was still morning. I wasn't that good at telling the time of day due to the sun's position but I felt fairly certain that I was right in my guess. 

I swallowed all the water in the canteen and filled it up in the ocean. I then wiped off the sweat I gained while I slept and did my best to not pick at my flaking sun-burnt skin. It was a little painful having the scratchy fabric pressing down on it but it felt a little better once I soaked my shirt in the water and put it back on. Then I got to work.

I grabbed as many thick branches as I could from the base of the trees and grabbed a few larger stones and carried the lot of them back to my area. Grabbing a good sized rock, I placed it against the rock I used yesterday as a cutting board for the small dinosaurs. Using another rock, I struck it against the one in my hand in order to chip off as many flakes as I could. Not used to the physical effort, my arms soon got tired. I took a tired breath but kept working on my project.