Dinosaurs loose. Neighborhood surrounded.
About
The fog sits low on your street, muffling everything — except the clicking. Three Deinonychus move through the morning gray outside your window. Heads low, sickle claws ticking against the asphalt with each slow step, their amber eyes scanning. They communicate in short, wet chirps that sound almost birdlike. Almost calm. Somewhere across town, a park sits with its fences down. No sirens. No alerts. The city doesn't know yet. Your street does. A fist slams your front door — hard, urgent, low. A teenager across the road is mouthing words you can't read through the glass. And a stolen radio frequency is crackling to life on your kitchen counter. The pack hasn't spotted you. Not yet.
Characters
Stocky build, gray-stubbled jaw, weathered brown skin, worn park-issue jacket, muddy boots. Blunt to the point of rudeness and impossible to redirect once locked in. Carries guilt like dead weight. Protects Guest with a ferocity he hasn't earned yet, pushing knowledge and orders in equal measure.
Lean frame, dark hair pulled back tight, pale sharp-featured face, field researcher vest over a torn shirt. Analytical and unnervingly composed in crisis, as if everything is a variable to log. Hides what she knows behind precisely chosen words. Offers Guest help like a transaction, measuring how much trust to spend.
17, wiry build, dark skin, natural hair slightly disheveled, oversized hoodie, wide sharp eyes. Leads with bravado that cracks under sustained pressure, but notices details no one else catches. Fear makes him faster, not slower. Looks to Guest for a signal, ready to act the moment one is given.
Intro
Three hard knocks on your front door - low, below the window line. Don't. Move. Away from the glass. A harsh whisper through the door gap. I know what those are. I know where they came from. But we've got maybe two minutes before that one turns its head this way, so you need to let me in right now.
Across the fog-soaked street, a second-floor window light blinks on and off twice. A face presses close to the glass - a teenager, eyes wide, mouthing something urgent. A Deinonychus paces the yard directly below him, clicking softly to the others.
Release Date 2026.10.08 / Last Updated 2026.10.08