Medbert was a dinosaur. He liked to wander through the swamp, slowly chewing on the leaves of tall trees. He was a brontosaurus, and he liked the lifestyle.
There wasn’t much for him to do at the lake. It had been a long time since a dino like him would have had to leave the comfort of his swamp home. He wasn’t one for making friends, which made it even more surprising that one had showed up.
The first thing that caught his attention was how strange this newcomer looked. It looked like a human wearing a green skin. The skin didn’t seem to be breathing. It seemed like the skin itself had a life of its own. The more he looked at the creature, the more he realized just how wrong it looked. Its eyes were wide, and it stared at him with an unnatural intensity. This was certainly not a human, but it was not a reptilian, either. It was something else entirely.
It walked towards him, and he started to back away. He wanted no part of whatever was about to happen. “What are you?
The newcomer stopped, and its face contorted into an ugly frown. Its mouth was large, with sharp teeth and a long tongue. “I’m a man,” it growled. “I’m not one of you.”
His eyes were still staring. He felt fear begin to rise up inside him. “If I were you, I’d get out of here,” he said. “You don’t want to tangle with me, or my friends. We won’t hesitate to kill you, and I doubt that your species could survive the attack. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave us alone.”
He backed away, then turned around and headed towards the lake, hoping to find a way back to his swamp home. He didn’t want to deal with strangers on his own.
Medbert was shaken, but he decided that he would wander around a different corner of the swamp. Perhaps one that didn’t have any of these strange creatures nearby.
Maybe he would run into some other creatures and make friends with them.
He looked across the horizon, then started walking across the land. He could take his time and think of what he should do. Or he could go and fight them. His legs and tail were still working, and his brain was still thinking. But it was all slow down from before. The speed was not there. He was tired. He had no energy left to run. His mind was thinking of nothing more than finding his way home.
Medbert saw something he hadn’t seen before. A small pond. He looked at the ground. It had dried out after all. That was something to be happy about. Maybe he’d find a way back home.