As dawn breaks over the ruins, Jack polishes a fresh raptor claw scratch on his Cadillac’s door. Hannah sits on the hood, feeding Cyrus a strip of jerky.
In a world without law, the only thing faster than extinction is a classic Cadillac with a full tank and nothing left to lose.
His antique Caddy—a gleaming 1970 Eldorado—is more than a car. It’s his mother’s legacy, his mobile fortress, and his only ticket to freedom from the oppressive , a power-mad councilor who controls the city’s fuel supply. But Dragoon has a secret weapon: the Forerunners , a lunatic cult that uses stolen genetic tech to breed hyper-intelligent dinosaurs. Raptors with radio collars. T-rexes trained to sniff out copper wiring. Pterodactyls used as aerial bombers.
The T-rex falls. Dragoon flees. The Forerunners scatter. cadillacs and dinosaurs game
— not just a name, but a way of life.
As they race through flooded subway tunnels and collapsed highways, the egg hatches. What emerges is no ordinary raptor. It’s —a small, eerily intelligent dinosaur with opalescent scales and a knack for mimicking engine sounds. Cyrus imprints on Jack’s Cadillac, treating the tail fin like a mother’s wing.
He grins.
Jack kicks the ignition. The engine growls like a sleeping tyrannosaur.
Now Dragoon wants the creature back. The Forerunners want to sacrifice it. And a rogue faction of mutated "Lizard-Priests" wants to worship it. Jack? He just wants to drive.
“What now?” she asks.
In the final battle, Dragoon unleashes a bull T-rex armored with scrap metal. Jack does the unthinkable: he plays chicken. Revving the Eldorado’s V8 to a deafening roar, he drives into the beast’s open jaws—then fires a grappling hook into its palate. The car swings beneath the dinosaur’s head as Cyrus, now riding shotgun, unleashes a sonic shriek that disorients the creature long enough for Jack to steer it off the highway edge.
One night, Jack and his sharp-shooting companion, (a former city archivist with a crossbow and a grudge), intercept a Forerunner convoy. In the back of a rusted truck: a clutch of unhatched saurian eggs , genetically spliced with human DNA. These aren’t just dinosaurs. They’re weapons. And one is glowing.
Our story begins in —not the year, but the city: a walled settlement built inside the corroded skeleton of a collapsed metropolis. The air smells of ozone, gasoline, and wet reptile. Jack Tenrec, a scrappy mechanic and "Cadillac driver" (a rogue who salvages and fights for city rights), is in a bind. As dawn breaks over the ruins, Jack polishes