Chapter 8 Who was the predator?
It didn't take long till I reopened my eyes, it was indeed the Jurassic Realm, the breeze was warm and humid, gigantic pre-historical dragonflies, with their lengths of wings over one meter, spiraled above me. I looked around, flourished forest vegetation environed by rivers and seas provided irreplaceable hunting spots for those hungered predators who were out of my sight. I felt scared, I didn't know when a Torvosaurus would bop out and hunt a Hadrosaurs for dinner.But the hilarious but also fearful fact was that the most fearful predator at that time was me.
Recalling the words of Dr. Mystery in the last few minutes (Well, it's actually about a billion year later), he told me, I would be totally safe here, “How could it be? How can I survive through those piercing fangs? " I thought. I wanted to try since I could go back to the lab within a second by pressing the button on my left arm if there was anything dangerous. My eyes followed a gory hunting scene in the jungle, a Ceratosaurus was engorging another dinosaur which I couldn't name. I went closer and I hoped I was the oly one to hear my footsteps but things never get so smooth like that. The fully-grown Ceratosaurus turned away from its dead prey and looked me up and down with its nasty yellow eyes. Its bloody nose with a brown horn started to sniff me, which according to my science teacher is the most common way for dinosaurs to identify their enemies and preys since their eyes were too big to test small objects like humans.
“I should just head to the uptake and the dinosaur cannot find me.” I thought. There I went creeping slowly and carefully towards the back of the dinosaur, hoping it couldn't discover my existence or had no interest in smaller preys. But I was wrong, totally wrong. Saurischians were the best at discovering movements, with their thermo-imaging function like snakes, nothing alive can escape from their detection. I lowered myself, hid my body perfectly in the tall grass. Wondering whether the ancient predator had noticed me several feet away from its long tail with stings, I turned back carefully. But all I could see was the wide-open bloody jaws with thrilling white fangs.
