time skip and getting revenge [chapter 7]

Chapter 5

[ 1 year later ]

[MC's POV]

As I stood in the clearing, surrounded by the towering walls of my camp, I couldn't help but reflect on the past year. I had come a long way since that fateful encounter with the Allosaurus. I had learned to adapt, to survive, and to thrive in this unforgiving forest.

As I looked at myself in the reflection of a nearby pond, I noticed the signs of aging. My once smooth skin now bore the marks of scars, each one a testimony to the struggles I had faced. But my face was devoid of any emotion, like a seasoned hunter, always ready for the next trial that the forest would throw at me.

I had become more resourceful, more cunning, and more adept at hunting the creatures that roamed the forest. My camp, which now resembled a rudimentary society, was a testament to my progress. The walls that surrounded it were tall and sturdy, offering protection from the dangers that lurked beyond. Inside the camp, I had built huts and shelters, and I had even managed to cultivate a small patch of land for growing crops, but it was well, rudimentary if you could even call it that.

One of the huts in my camp was adorned with the skulls of various creatures I had hunted. Each skull was different, representing the challenges I had overcome and the skills I had developed. Some were from smaller prey, like the Parasaurolophus that had once posed a challenge, while others were from larger and more formidable predators, like the Allosaurus that had nearly ended my life but not the same one, I have been looking for that thing for a while.

My weapons had also evolved over the past year. I now wielded a recurve bow, carefully crafted from the materials I had gathered in the forest. The bow was powerful and accurate, allowing me to take down prey from a distance with precision. I also carried a stone-tipped spear, which I had learned to use with skill and finesse. And for capturing fast-moving prey, I had become adept at using bolas, a simple yet effective tool for immobilizing animals on the run.

But my advancement wasn't just limited to technology. I had also honed my senses and instincts to a razor's edge. I could spot the faintest signs of movement in the undergrowth, track the trails left by animals, and anticipate their behavior. I had learned the habits of the forest and the creatures that resided within it, and I used this knowledge to my advantage.

Despite the challenges I had faced and the hardships I had endured, I also found moments of peace and tranquility in the forest. I had formed a bond with nature, learning to respect and appreciate its beauty and intricacies. I had come to understand the delicate balance of life in the forest, the interdependence of its inhabitants, and the cycle of birth and death that governed it.

As I stood in my camp, suddenly, I heard a roar, which caused memories of the past to come flooding into my mind. The familiar roar of the Allosaurus brought me back to that fateful day when I had been grievously injured by the formidable predator. I looked at the scar on my shoulder, a reminder of the pain and suffering I had endured. But now, after a year of honing my skills and gathering my resources, it was finally time for revenge.

With determination in my eyes, I picked up my equipment and set out from the camp, carefully tracking the tracks of the Allosaurus. My senses were sharp, and my instincts were finely tuned from months of living and surviving in the forest. I moved stealthily, using the terrain to my advantage, avoiding detection by other creatures that roamed the area.

After hours of tracking, I spotted the two Allosauruses in a clearing, moving in a pack. Despite my eagerness to confront them, I knew charging in recklessly would be foolish. They were stronger, faster, and more durable than me, and there were two of them. So I bided my time and planned an ambush.

I carefully positioned myself, using the natural cover of the forest to conceal my presence. I patiently waited for the perfect moment, observing the movements of the Allosauruses, noting their patterns, and anticipating their actions. As the sun began to set, my heart raced with anticipation.

Finally, the moment arrived. One of the Allosauruses separated from the pack and moved closer to my position. I struck with precision, aiming for its vulnerable spots. My recurve bow released an arrow that pierced through the flesh, critically injuring the beast. The injured Allosaurus let out a roar of pain and confusion, while the other one charged towards me.

I quickly switched to my stone-tipped spear, readying myself for the imminent battle. The Allosaurus lunged at me with its powerful jaws, but I evaded its attack with a swift sidestep. I used my agility and speed to my advantage, dodging its attacks and delivering precise strikes with my spear.

The fight was intense, with the Allosaurus's massive tail delivering a crushing blow that broke several of my ribs. The pain was excruciating, but I didn't back down. I knew I had to keep moving, keep fighting if I wanted to survive and achieve my revenge.

I used the terrain to my advantage, using trees and rocks as cover, and leveraging my agility to evade the Allosaurus's attacks. I struck at its vulnerable spots, exploiting its limitations in dexterity. The battle continued, the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I fought with all my might.

Despite my injuries, I refused to give up. I fought with every ounce of strength I had, my determination unwavering. With a final, well-placed strike, I managed to deliver a fatal blow to the critically injured Allosaurus, taking it down. The other one, sensing its companion's defeat, turned and fled, disappearing into the dense forest.

I stood victorious, breathing heavily, covered in blood, sweat, and dirt. My broken ribcage ached with pain, but a sense of triumph surged through me. I had avenged my previous defeat and conquered the formidable Allosauruses.