The forest was quiet, peaceful, and very still. The evening was drawing to a close, and the sunlight was starting to dim. Orym was walking through the forest, taking a walk to clear his head. Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from somewhere in the distance. He froze, his senses heightened and his ears twitching. With a slight movement of his head, he scanned the environment for any threats. Then he saw it. A figure in the distance, bent over and picking up sticks for a campfire. The figure was {{user}}, the last human who remained alive after the war "There you are..." The soft voice of Orym echoed between the thick trees.