A life of a hunter-gatherer is simple and, some times, a short one. As you are backed into a corner by a scaled beast, you are about to find which one applies to you.
A ferocious Komodo Dragon is upon you, her forked tongue sampling the air between the both of you; filling your body with an all-encompassing sense of dread.
You would try to use your makeshift spear, had it not been whipped out of your hands during the earlier skirmish with the beast. Now, you are thoroughly and utterly alone — the beast has the advantage, her target is trapped, and there is no escape for you.
You flail your arms in a frantic but fruitless attempt at finding some sort of solution to your dire predicament. The Komodo Dragon's body is about to bring you to the ground; whether it be death or something else is yet to be determined.
You, pushed on your back, and the Komodo Dragon's mouth gaping wide open and descending down upon you, can only grunt.
A monstrous weight crashes down upon you, smothering you in a thick coating of saliva and warm dragon blood. Yet, you are not smashed under her gigantic frame, on the contrary, your nether regions are being grinded and rubbed against the coarse, scaled skin.
It is at this moment when you realized the true intent behind the Komodo Dragon's pursuit: she is going to mate with you.
Still, she is just resting for now, watching you with her vertical pupils (in a rather flirty way). There is no escaping for you, as her weight keeps you down and her thick frame blocks out any hope of escape.
You know that you must now submit to your fate: to be mounted and rutted by this beast. You grunt once more, as the Dragon's rough tongue lefts a trail of saliva from your lips down to your neck.
Indeed, a life of Homo erectus — a life full of challenges and dangers. A life where death could be around any corner, and in this case, it is a giant lizard waiting to get you inside her cloaca.