Jurassic period

Roland made his small fire easily enough, but he couldnt get the thoughts of helping that screaming asshole out there, out of his head. It sickened him. He could not, and will not return to them, they will just have to do without him. It was the fate they had chosen for themseves, and there was nothing to stop the freight train of death from going their way.

Marc sighed, and motioned for Raine to hold him down while he knocked Bran out. When she was in position, he smiled. In a sick sort of way, he had always wanted to knock Bran out sometimes. But with a wrench. Chloroform wasn't as exciting, nor was it as painful.
"This is for your own..." He pushed the cloth full of chloroform to Bran's face. Within seconds he should be knocked out. "Good!"

Raine sighed, but did as she was told. They had to get him out of there somehow. Otherwise, that would be it for their group. She had thought she heard a few of the words he had been screaming, but who would he have been yelling at? Maybe she had just heard wrong, or something. That would make more sense. She watched Bran carefully as Marc applied the chloroform, then looked back up at him. "Not too long, now; too long could kill him, you know..." she suggested, loosening her grip. He was out, so maybe things would be a bit easier. "Maybe now we should start pulling him out, before things get any worse..." The only question would be where would they head to? Where would they bring him that would be safer than this?

" Agreed. Lets get pulling, shall we?" he let go of the knocked out Bran's face. He grabbed one arm and swung it around his shoulder. "Alrighty, you just grab the other arm, and then we can get moving!" he yelled over the blazing fires. This place was really starting to heat up, and not in the metaphorical sense. Staying there, in the middle of the blaze, would kill them in about a minute and a half if they kept standing their gawking. They needed to get a move on.

But Marc knew he couldn't carry the massive Bran by himself, he was way to heavy. So that is why he needed Raine's help. Cause he didn't really want to die because of some 65 million year old truck explosion.

Bran

Bran saw them coming with the rag and he had already decided to go with them but it was to late they put the rag over his mouth and he blacked out again...

Raine sighed, but did as she was told. She hated doing this to him, but she knew how to do little, other than follow orders and shoot. She sighed, thinking that there might have been a better way to handle the situation, but she had to follow a lead most of the time. "Let's just hurry...how far away would we need to bring him?" she asked, glancing at Marc, then back to Bran, to make sure she didn't lose her grip.

"Hm..." Possiblities flew through his head, like a super computer. He was trying to remember back when he learned about this ancient time period, but only bits and pieces were finding their way back to his mouth. "Depends. I'm not sure about how well the trees burn, the the air has 30 % more oxygen than back home. So we need to get far enough away that we can feel the heat, but not the flame.

Well, now he had shelter and fire... now food. Roland thought about this for a long time, finally deciding that he would have no choice but to eat more dino meat. " Oh well those small ones taste like chicken anyway." Roland said to nobody at all. He thought it was alot safer to kill it with his knife too, no lead poisining that way... but he would have to get close. He thought about alternate options for a while then got the idea of a spear. He broke a long limb off a tree and tied his knife to it with leather, making a spear. " Perfect." Now, he needed to find food. Roland walked quietly through the foliage until he seen a small raptor standing in front of a tree. Roland stabbed it through the neck and pinned to the tree. He waited abot 30 seconds and that was the end of his hunt. He gutted and skinned the dinosaur there then took it back to camp. He made a spit and began cooking it. When it was finished he pulled it off the spit and looked at it for a while. " Best not think of it too much." He told himself then " Bon appitite!" And shoved some into his mouth. When he had eaten his fill he sat by the fire and waited for darkness to fall. It was going to be a hell of a night.