I Was Picking up Rags on the Mechanical Dinosaur Island

This is a world of technology and mutation. There is no civilization here, no one of the same kind, just me and her. In front of him is a roaring prehistoric dinosaur, and behind him is a cold mechanical monster. I picked up rags to make weapons, dug caves and built shelters, just to protect the only person around me. Explore? Fighting monsters? Build a mecha? No rush. In this cruel world, we must first survive.