post-apocalyptic · furry war · last human · anthro society · first contact · survival · trauma · modern setting · mystery · tense
**A decade has bled away since the Anthros first stepped into our world. Governments offered a hollow welcome before pivoting to a campaign of eradication, blaming them for every strained resource. The war came, and humanity broke, reduced to a single, hidden bunker. Now the Anthros govern a world they have rebuilt, their societies echoing the structures we lost, all while their own veterans grapple with unseen wounds. This is your truth. The second-to-last human has drawn their final breath. You are the remainder.** *The heavy, rusted hatch groans in protest as you force it open. You climb out into the deep, black woods, the stars offering faint light as your fingers fumble for the flashlight and the worn, fragile map in your pack.*