[video] because he needs to do something so why not the obvious?

[game_over_man]

[Have a very, uh, animated Hudson, friends.  Because it's bad enough he's stranded, can't find Hicks, and possibly has an alien babby in his guts.  You'd think fate would leave him alone, right? ]

[Nope. Apparently all this awesome attracts danger like...some attracty thing.]

[The video feed is unstable, as Hudson is running. Behind him, you can hear, likely, the thunderous sound of large dinosaur feet.]

FUCKIN' DINOSAURS!!

Jesus fuckin' Christ what the ever living fuck is wrong with this place?!

[A slamming stop as he ducks behind part of what was once a stone wall.]

Yeah. uh, [pause while he tries to catch his breath, and his cool]  So. We got another, uh, problem here. Anyone got a plan? 

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[truth_is_cold]

[Oh, poor Hudson.] Get into one of the taller buildings.

We can't do anything with our firepower. The Authorities are killing the animals near the Domes.

[game_over_man]

Why? So the damn thing doesn't have to bend the fuck down to eat me?

[That's some great advice, really. Wouldn't want the fuckin' dinosaur to get a crick in his neck, right?]

What? We can't even kill the fuckin' things? You are...

Fuck.

You are like the opposite of Marine right now.

[truth_is_cold]

Most of them are herbivores and they're veering around the larger buildings. The carnivores are a little preoccupied trying to escape.

If you stay in a smaller building or in the open you'll get trampled.

[So much line-face. So much.]

[game_over_man]

[No one likes a know it all, you know.]

Yeah well maybe 'most' isn't quite fuckin' good enough when one's breathing down your neck!

[Which reminds him: he's going to peek around the corner. And back. The camera shakes as the heavy steps of some large dinosaur tromps by.]

I'm kinda hoping for the option where we get to kill things.

[truth_is_cold]

[Okay, yeah, he kind of wants to kill things too. But logically...] It's difficult to with the firepower available. If you kill them, save them for blocking off sidestreets.

Do it sparingly because these corpses will be around after the stampede is over, and I doubt the Authorities are going to clean them up for us.

[game_over_man]

So? Better to get them before they get us, pal. Don't know about you, but this is not how the Huds plans to go out.

[Dinosaur toe-jam? NO.]

So? There's gotta be something we can do with a dino corpse, right? Bones, or skin or something. Teeth.

[Yeah, he has no idea. He just doesn't want to concede you have a point: in the Marines, they had vehicles to take care of cleanup.]

[truth_is_cold]

[Did he just call himself "the Huds"?] Then don't die and stay somewhere out of their reach [Dammit, Hudson, you're going to make him try to have to be optimistic]. I've been trying to use the higher vantage point to take shots at the dinosaurs and herd them.

[game_over_man]

[Yeah, he wishes he had a cooler last name, but you make do with what God gave you, right? And just look at him. He's pretty set!]

You know, I'd really like to follow your orders, sir, but it's kind of hard to not die when they keep chasing me.

[It must be his animal magnetism. They can't resist.]

Herd them where?

[Hey if he's going to be Dino Bait, might as well be useful.]

[truth_is_cold]

[He wonders if the dinosaurs are chasing him or if he's running and flailing ahead of them.]

Towards the sea or towards the river. If you head towards the dome you'll be shot at along with the dinosaurs. But the fire came from the west- the growth around the river shouldn't be burning.

[game_over_man]

[Clearly you've never heard of Tactical Flailing. It's a legitimate strategy!]

'Shouldn't' be burning. You really know how to give a pep talk, pal.

[Still, dying while leading a host of slavering dinosaurs away from civs is better than dying squatting behind a wall. ]

[You know what? Sometimes being a grunt sucks.]

[Scratch that: ALL the time.]

River it is. [He curses, checks the magazine of his gun, and then darts out in front of dinotraffic.]

Your grandkids are used by my people as nuggets, asswipes!!

[And he's off. Seriously. Who wouldn't chase after that?]

[truth_is_cold]

[He can't say anything. Command work is what eventually will do him in, and he knows it. Death by dinosaur is better in his opinion than death steeped in political turmoil.

Also dinosaur nuggets what?]

If you pass by one of the underground entrances go down. You're not expendable.

[He'll continue to shoot out the window and see if he can keep the dinosaurs going in the direction of the river.]

[game_over_man]

[Yeah, well, Hudson would like to throw 'death by alien baby eating its way out of your chest' as another dot on that spectrum. One day he'll get that looked at. When he can admit that he was, you know, violated.]

[Man has his pride, dammit.]

[That actually causes him to falter in his stride. Wut?]

Private First Class in the Marines, sir. Kind of the definition of 'expendable'.

[Still, he recovers with the awesome and panache he is known for (in his own mind): he spins, peppering the dinosaurs with shots before he takes off again.]

I got yer dippin' sauce, lizard butt!!

[truth_is_cold]

You're not here. But I'll explain when you're not being chased.

[Because he's pretty sure Hudson would get himself killed. And he thinks he sees him. Maybe. He's going to whip out his drill sergeant voice.]

Dome heads comin' at your three o'clock. Move it Hudson.

[And there will be the sound of firing. A pachycephalosaurus is gonna bellow loudly and run into the legs of another dinosaur.]

[Action... sometime.]

[golden_retriever]

[ It was the shout that attracted Eliot's attention from where he was half hiding, half avoiding the animals gone mad. The place was getting overrun by every animal in the books, and Eliot had no intention of getting in any of their way.

Unfortunately, they didn't seem to like leaving people alone either.

When he recognized the familiar figure of Hudson running his way with a stampede of raptors to his back, he knew he had to do something. Just as the man was about to pass by where he was, Eliot did a running leap and flying tackled him. It threw the two of them into reckless somersaults on the other side of the road, but the dinosaurs, unable to turn that quickly, ran past where they were.

Eliot gasped and clutched his side, but he was on his feet quickly.]

C'mon, can you stand?

[Action... sometime.]

[game_over_man]

[Hudson's running toward the river. One good thing about Marine training: you can run like a mofo. However, all the screaming may be affecting his speed. He justifies that he's using, you know, sonic tactics.]

[Also, he's scared half to death. Few tons of Iguana on Steroids behind you will do that to ya.]

[Eliot hits him like a wrecking ball, knocking the scream clean out of him, and sending him tumbling.]

What the--!!!

[He's a bit slower to get to his feet. First, he's still flailing trying to figure out what the hell just happened, second, all that Marine gear. Kind of heavy.]

God damn! Don't do that!!!

[Don't do what? he doesn't know. He just...ouch. Everything hurts, man.]

[golden_retriever]

[ Considering that now the stampede of dinosaurs is careening down the path they left, a thing Eliot's running speed and werewolf strength cleared them straight off, he would think it was a good thing he did that. At the expense of his own pain too.

Which was why he spared a moment to give the man a look with mock agreement followed by an annoyed glare. ]

What, don't get you outta that stampedin' path? Yeah, you were doin' real well.

C'mon, let's move!

[ Not giving Hudson much chance to catch his breath, Eliot was already grabbing the marine by the gear, damn was the man fully loaded when he woke up here? and attempting to pull him, if he would suffer being pulled, towards higher grounds before the beasties could turn back around. ]

[game_over_man]

[Yeah, well....Hudson. He will insist he had the whole situation totally handled. TOTALLY.]

I was leading them into an ambush! At considerable personal expense!

[Namely, his dignity.]

[He stumbles as the hippie grabs his shoulder harness, nearly tripping over his gun, before getting his feet under him. He's doing his best to follow Eliot.]

Tell me you got a better plan?

[golden_retriever]

Yeah, it's called stayin' outta the way of angry lizards.

[ When Eliot saw that Hudson was coming along without further prompting, namely hand on shoulder strap, he let go to make the trek easier. ]

We head for high ground. Stampedes stay low, if we can get above them in a stable structure, we get a good vintage point and we'll be outta the way.

[ He frowned lightly when he realized he had no idea where he was going. It was only his first day here, he hadn't explored that much of it yet. ]

...Shit, you any idea where we are? And what's that about an ambush?

[game_over_man]

Yeah, well, not arguing with that part of the plan.

[Hudson scrubs a hand over his neck. He can still feel dinosaur breath. And smell it. Gross.]

Heading back to the firebreak. [Hey, Hudson may be a doofus, but he does know how to soldier. When he has to.]

They'll probably lose our scent there.

[golden_retriever]

Most creatures would've left that area.

[ Eliot grudgingly agreed. He didn't add that as intelligent creatures themselves, they should probably be avoiding being that near the breakout as well. ]

Unlikely the thing was trackin' you though. [ The next bit was said confidently, not so much from guessing. ] It's hard to smell a damn thing in this mess.

Are there others that we should be joinin' up with? Or is each man on their own out here?