5
Sundown doesn’t last long here. I don’t know if this planet has seasons, or if there’s an equivalent to the Arctic circle where the sun never goes down in the summer. Each day, if you can call it that, has no rhythm that I can fathom. It’s disorienting to say the least.
We get as far from the Carnotaurus as possible, set up shelter, and take turns to keep watch. When my shift finishes, I close my eyes for what seems only a moment before it’s time to get up and move on. I’m back on the berries, there’s no way we can risk cooking a small dinosaur, and raw dino just sounds…no. I’m not that hungry yet.
The sun hasn’t appeared on the horizon yet, and I use the civic twilight to sharpen Takeshi’s spear with my knife, like I promised. I finish and hand it to him.
‘This looks almost as sharp
