After reading the first two Dinosauria novels, I [s]ripped off[/s] borrowed the idea.


Two years ago, mankind discovered how to travel through time. The company who patented the time machine has been going farther and farther back in time, and selling their "discoveries"; the information on who shot JFK fetched a handsome price. On a trip to 65 million BC to discover what killed the dinosaurs, they were successful. Rather than all of them being wiped out by an asteroid, they struggled on for several million years against an unknown illness.

Before returning to the present, one of the scientists was bitten by an infected dinosaur. After killing the little creature, he failed to report the incident.

Two years later, the prehistoric virus has spread like wildfire. Casualty rates are nearly one hundred percent, save for the few who are born immune, or fight off the virus and live. Governments have fallen, and the worldwide human population has dwindled to an estimated twenty million.

Outside city walls, those who are infected wait for their time to die. One of the worst symptoms of the disease is the insanity, which has killed far more through homicide and suicide than the virus itself.