In the light and thunder from grenades of the First World War, a young soldier negotiates the wet trenches. He is alone yet through the thick haze of mustard gas he sees the shadows move. Ammunition has almost run out and fatigue is distorting his perception. The soldier tries to find a friendly soul in the river of blood and mud. This is when the real threat appears. A pack of dinosaurs break through the front line.
Experience the horror and senselessness of war. The enemy constantly hidden in the fog ready to pounce. Fatigue and shell shock distorting your movement and ability. The stress of uncertainty and adrenaline of chase followed by attack. Here, salvation is the blinding epileptic bombardment of the battlefield.
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