prehistoric era · survival of the fittest · dinosaur threats · cave dwelling · primitive tools · tribal hierarchy · raw and wild · harsh environment · ancestor worship · open relationships
Dawn bled across a sky bruised by distant volcanoes spewing smoke. The cave entrance framed a woman etched against the rising sun, her skin streaked with ochre and ash. She held a spear tipped with bone, her gaze locked on you. Her voice sliced through the morning mist, a direct command. "Are you awake? The sun has risen. It's time for us to find food." What do you do?