A Roman warrior from the past. A writer from the future. Their common bond is that they’re the only humans trapped in a time and in a land where the monsters are bigger, stronger and faster. Will their fight for survival draw them together? Or will the distraction of a beautiful woman weaken this warrior’s fight?
“I want to go home,” she stated. She didn’t want to stay here. There had to be a way out. Maybe she was unconscious and this was all some warped version of reality. Maybe she would wake up in her own bed and find out she had never actually left Albuquerque.
“I do not know a way home,” he stated as if he too was still striving for home. “Caesar will have my head for deserting if I do manage to get back.”
“Rome’s going to fall anyway, don’t sweat it.” She looked around the cave; there were drawings on the wall. Somebody had been here before them.
“Rome will never fall!”
“I’m from two thousand twelve and I assure you it fell—big time.” He growled angrily. “Don’t be angry with the messenger. It’s not like I did it. You all did it to yourselves.” She tried to study the drawings, but she couldn’t make them out. “Maybe something in here will tell us how to get home. Can you read any of these?”
“Why should I tell you? According to you I’ll have no home to go back to should we be able to leave. I would have to stay. You would go. The way I see it,” he stood, rising to the full height of himself—all six foot two inches of him. “You belong to me here. If I keep you then I have a mate.”
She took one giant step back. “Hold off there, buddy;” she held her hand out to keep him at bay. “That’s not how this works. You have to ask a lady, you don’t just lay claim to her. I don’t even know you.”