By Chase Chapley
This will be short as I am having hard time writing now. My brain is slow now and I want to eat birds and meat. Meeaattt
I am scared that I is less human now and will less human til no human none more. Friends were same way. I.-999
8iaooodfdsaj
Aajdj-2-2—
Charlene……….43443983333333333333333333333333333333333333333
By Chase Chapley
We didn’t get much sleep last night. I couldn’t get comfortable, and neither could most of the people here. We’re just not used to sleeping in our dinosaur bodies. Even so, my colleagues and I thanked our hosts and decided to leave before breakfast. It felt like no one else slept well either, and we didn’t want to intrude anymore than we already had.
There was an eerie calm out on the streets. We didn’t see the Dino Army anywhere, but perhaps we had strayed beyond their perimeter. There were people out, but some had apparently just slept in the streets themselves. A large 100-foot long dinosaur blocked an intersection, so we had to double back around the block to get around him (or her). When we began circling the block, we ran into a Dino Army T-Rex on patrol. Ducking into an alleyway, we waited until he passed us by and then continued.
We didn’t have a plan in mind. One of my colleagues started talking only in grunts, and I found myself twitching my head around faster than normal and trying to scratch the cement with my talons. Further down the street, it was clear that other people were changing as well. People are either roaring and snapping at each other or eating the leaves off of trees and small window plants. It feels like we’re growing into dinosaurs from the inside now.
Then we turned another corner, and suddenly, there were hundreds of Dino Army officers walking down 16th Avenue, heading towards Grainger Tower. Something is starting to happen. There was a lull in the action after the Peace Force entered the Tower and the blue light flashed over our heads. Did the Peace Force get captured or worse? If they can’t help us, then who can?
By Chase Chapley
Just to wrap up the night, I’m posting a few photos I’ve received from around town. I’m fairly certain none of these will put anyone in danger. Even so, find someplace safe to sleep for the night, and let’s hope for a brighter tomorrow.
Good night.
By Chase Chapley
As it seemed that night was going to come without the Dinosaur Queen being defeated, my colleagues and I needed to find someplace to sleep for the night. The people who partied and offered us food also offered us shelter.
Most of them were too big to stay in their apartments, so they pulled out sheets and blankets from their apartments. A couple of the tall long-necked ones just poked their heads into the apartments and grabbed the linens with their teeth. They then laid some of the sheets on the wires between buildings to form a makeshift roof while some of the children distributed blankets and pillows they had grabbed themselves. We thanked them and started to settle in for the night.
Then a couple of gentlemen rolled a couple metal trash cans to a couple spots and started a fire in each of them. It hadn’t occurred to me yet, but are we warm or cold-blooded? I know there was some debate amongst scientists about it. So far, we’ve been moving around like normal (relatively speaking), and that would mean that dinosaurs are warm-blooded, correct? I’m sure someone will correct me, but regardless, the heat from the fire feels good.
As I’m wrapping this up, some parents are acting out a story to their children, but they’re keeping it down to a reasonably level. Those kids have no worries about what’s going on right now, and I hope they have nothing to fear tomorrow.
By Chase Chapley
In all my years of reporting in New Romford, I have seen some strange things. I have seen Adonis fight a giant mind-controlling squid. I have seen mutated rabbits devouring all the plants in Norwoods. I have seen Ray Denver die and come back to life on multiple occasions, each resurrection coming with new powers and types of skin. I have even had a drink with an alternate world version of myself.
But this takes the cake.
My colleagues and I were walking down a street, which will remain nameless, when heard music coming from a back alley. We snuck back to the small driveway opening between buildings to see what was happening, and there it was: a party. A few dozen people were dancing, as dinosaurs, to salsa music. We were floored.
A woman grabbed me by the arm and invited us to join them. (I will refrain from describing what type of dinosaur she was and what everyone else was.) We reluctantly followed her lead, and then we smelled their barbeque. Someone was cooking chicken, pork, beef, lamp, and vegetables on several barbeques. We hadn’t eaten since lunch, so we couldn’t turn down whatever they offered to us. It was the best meal I’ve had in years. One of the cooks runs a small restaurant nearby, and if I get out of this alive and intact, I know where I’ll be going for lunch for the next few months.
We sat and ate our food as we marveled at the party. The music was energetic, lively, invigorating, and people were dancing the best they could in their dinosaur forms. The children were having the most fun as they clearly enjoyed being dinosaurs.
It dawned on me that they were playing music from a boombox that was plugged into an outlet. They had power. My laptop needed to be charged, so I asked if I could take up an outlet. One man named Tom said yes, and then we got to talking.
Tom told me that of course they were scared. “How could we not be?” he said. “I’m a meat-eater. I love barbeque and bacon and all that stuff, but look at my teeth. They have no bite to them anymore. I’ve turned into an herbivore, and the site of all this meat is making me a little nauseous right now. If I stay this way, then I’m never going to eat bacon again.”
It wasn’t just changing food preferences that scared him, Tom assured me. “I know that’s petty sounding,” he said. “But the way I see it, if we stay this way, we’ll get used to it, and then it won’t be so bad. Hopefully. But the Peace Force always finds a way to save the day, and I hear they’re up there right now giving it to that crazy Queen. We’ll be back to normal in no time. So we basically got the day off. Why not enjoy it?”
That was a recurring theme with pretty much everyone here. They understood the gravity of the situation. One mother kept telling me how her children ran around their apartment as eight foot feathered raptors, scared out of their minds. “We have to take their minds off of this as best we can,” she said. “Make it a little adventure for them. Make it small enough so it doesn’t overwhelm them. So we’re having a party. It beats panicking.”
By Chase Chapley
Right after I posted about being attacked, another group of maybe five or six human dinosaurs started attacking people. It occurred half-a-block from me, and it was more vicious than what me and my colleagues experienced. It was so vicious that the Dino Army had to intervene.
The Dino Army attacked worse than the humans, and afterwards, a general T-Rex apparently received orders to round them up. They huddled the attackers and those who were attacked together and forced them to march down the street. If they were trying to keep the peace, why would they arrest those who were attacked?
My colleague suggested that the feral humans’ attack may’ve transferred something to the normal humans, and that they didn’t want that to spread. But if so, why didn’t anyone round us up? Either they didn’t see us or the order hadn’t been given yet. Maybe our wounds weren’t as serious. Our skin wasn’t broken, and the people just now attacked were bitten and slashed by their assailants.
Whatever the case, we didn’t feel safe where we were, so we continued to move. We don’t have a destination in mind, but it’s getting dark out, and we’re getting hungry.
Off in the distance, I can hear what has to be attacks by more feral humans. Their cries and roars echoed throughout the city streets, and then they were suddenly cut short with a loud boom.
Wherever you are, watch yourself. Stay safe.
By Chase Chapley
My colleagues and I have moved several blocks away from the business district, but even here, the tension is high. We were just going to sit down and find something to eat, being careful to not raise suspicion among the Dino Army, when we were attacked.
A group of people, including an Allosaurus and some smaller carnivorous dinosaurs that I didn’t get a good look of, jumped us in an alleyway. They were yelling, “Food,” and they roared.
The Allosaurus bit the tail plates of my colleague, who is a Stegosaurus. He was able to fight him off with his plates, gashing the assailant’s face with the pointy tips at the end of his tail. Two of the smaller dinosaurs attacked my colleague, who is an Ankylosaurus. They jumped onto her back but were unable to penetrate her skin due to her armored back. They tried flipping her onto her stomach, but she just fell to the ground and stayed there until they eventually left. A bird-like dinosaur bit my own feathered wing (by what I can tell, I’m a Utahraptor) and tore off a bunch of feathers. I somehow dodged its bites and managed to stab my talon into its body.
A group of other people, all various dinosaurs, came to our aid and helped to shoo them off, but we were left bruised and bloody. My Stegosaurus colleague’s tail is still bleeding now though it’s bandaged now. My right arm hurts more than I ever thought losing some feathers would hurt, and I’m bleeding some myself. All in all, we are fine if not shaken up.
The group that attacked us didn’t sound or act human. The only word they spoke was “Food,” and even then it was bathed in a roar and snarl. Were they just stressed out and hungry? Or are some people becoming more dinosaur than human? The Dinosaur Queen’s plan is to eventually turn humanity into dinosaurs for some reason. If we stay dinosaur too long, will we lose all traces of our humanity?