As an immortal, I have seen many things. I have watched on as humanity grew and blossomed, as humanity withered and died. I predicted it, really. Watching the humans was amusing, delightful even, but they rarely thought ahead on how their actions would affect themselves as a species or the world in general.
Being an immortal, I had the foresight to think and more or less predicted that this would happen.
I looked out over the cliff, looking at the forest once bursting with flora and fauna, now reduced to a barren wasteland decorated with charred skeletal tree trunks. Even potatoes were extinct. My mouth watered. I wanted french fries. That was one thing the humans invented that I genuinely liked.
I'd moved to the top of a mountain and was able to escape the waves engulfing the lands, but most humans weren't so lucky. Their nature channels and scientists and satellites or whatever had seen it coming, but not many tried to even help the environment.
By the time there were forest fires due to the warming climate, earthquakes and tsunamis, many tried to move to higher areas, but they were too late. Everyone was trying to move to the top of mountains to escape the increasing water level but there weren't enough mountains that were tall enough or had enough space for the entire humankind to live on. Many drowned.
The people who had built boat houses were interesting though, I'll give them that.
I walked back to my house, humming a little tune. My house didn't look like the best, but it was cozy. Outside the house was a sign that read "Property Of Lisa Perrington".
I walked past the lawn, my animal friends sleeping soundly under the late afternoon sun. Rowena, who was a doe, I had rescued from the fires. Some of her fur had been burnt off, but she was still whole. The others had more or less the same story. As far as I knew, they were probably the last of their kind. I pushed the fact that they would all die soon and I would be left alone out of my mind.
I went into my house, staring at the contents of my fridge. My diet consisted of mostly fish now, since they were in abundance these years and were the easiest to obtain.
I pulled out the fish bites that I had fried made morning and ate it. Hearing the caw of my feathered friend, I went to the windowsill.
Vancy was a raven. He often liked to fly to my window or follow me around when I did some chores outside the house. I named him Vancy because he was a fancy little guy, often puffing his feathers and strutting about.
"What is it now, Vancy?" I asked.
He cawed and hopped about, gesturing for me to follow him. I put on a well-worn denim jacket and followed.
He flew towards the direction of the turtles. My face brightened. I loved it whenever a turtle visited or the eggs were hatching.
There was an average sized beach slightly downhill on the east of my house. Occasionally, turtles would come to lay their eggs. I assumed Vancy was bringing me there because there was a new arrival.
Sure enough, there were 3 turtles on the beach, one of them a leatherback, the other two I wasn't sure. There was also a nest where the baby turtles were hatching and popping their little heads out of their shells, their eyes greedily gobbling up their surroundings.
There was a flock of sea birds flying around and eyeing the baby turtles, no doubt why Vancy called me here. I ran up and shooed them away, stopping them from snapping up the turtles. They cawed indignantly, but flew slightly further away.
Satisfied, I sat down and watched the baby turtles make their way to the sea, getting lapped up by the gentle waves. This was one of the perks of global warming, I guess. There were less humans to pollute and destroy the environment, and most of the slowly diminishing sea life was able to survive and repopulate.
Deeply inhaling the salty sea breeze, I watched as the last of the turtles entered the warm embrace of the sea.
