As we took our last breathe we saw the ones who would inherit what was left. It was fitting for these were the creatures that survived through it all without the aid of shelter. They lasted though intense heat, cold, storm and drought yet somehow managed to survive. There were many creatures that hid underground or in their own form of bunkers but they bared it all as if a witness to the horror we created. While we fought to the end they stayed together deep in a woods that thinned by the moment. Eating whatever they could forage but without taking a life. They came out when all appeared to be lost. They are truly dear to us anyone you spell it.