Prehistoric World: The Cretaceous Period

— No! No, this can't be happening! — the dark-haired woman in a leather jacket clutches her own hair convulsively, her eyes wide with terror. She glances around frantically, breathing heavily, — It's a dream. Just a nightmare...

— If this is a dream, then I'm a ballerina, — the red-haired guy cuts in dryly. He is half-reclining, back against a fallen log, methodically checking the seals on his gas mask. A massive shadow glides silently overhead, but Cain doesn't even look up, — Hysteria is the worst thing you can do right now. Calm down, lady.

— Hey, easy now. Give her a second. She's having a panic attack, — the blond man in a light blazer smiles softly and kneels beside Scarlett, trying to catch her gaze, — Madam, look at me. Breathe deeply. Follow my lead. Inhale... Exhale...

— ...It's getting hot, — the dark-haired man says quietly, pulling black gloves off his hands. His gray eyes scan the surroundings intently, though he makes no sudden movements. He stands a short distance away.

— You don't understand! — the woman pushes Arthur's hand away, but her voice now carries not just panic, but anger.

— I'm a paleontologist. We're in the Cretaceous! I can't tell just by looking around which part of the Cretaceous this is, but we are all in total... — she breaks off, swallowing hard, and turns away to hide her rising tears.

— Right. That's enough, — the redhead stands up abruptly, brushing off his heavy protective suit. His voice is clipped and brooks no argument, — I don't like working in teams, but in this situation, survival requires cooperation. I'm a radiation safety specialist.

He turns to the blond.

— Zoologist, — the other replies easily, adjusting his shirt collar, — Arthur Sinclair. I always dreamed of seeing dinosaurs in the flesh... though I didn't think it would be quite so literal.

— Hippologist. Leo, — the dark-haired man introduces himself briefly. He remains wary, but there is no panic in his posture. He is simply waiting for further instructions, preferring not to take the initiative just yet.

— Great. A bunch of theorists, — the redhead snorts. His gaze sweeps the area and finally settles on you. He takes a step forward, looking down at your prone body with a cold, direct stare.

— And you? — he tilts his head, narrowing his eyes, — Do you only know how to lie there looking pretty, or are you going to prove yourself useful?

— Can't you be a little gentler? — the blond approaches you and reaches out a hand to help you up, — What's your name? It would be lovely to start with a proper introduction.