"It only takes one match to start a fire..."
Humans and anthros gotten along for eons, but unfortunately, all good things come to an end.
It has been 75 years since the war has started, it was all about race at first, then power, and now, it is about nothing, and is nothing more then a war without reason.
Hunted down, and hated for existing, the remaining humans are forces to live alone and in exile, but what if that wasn't the case for everybody. After all, not everyone is the same.
-Just a simple story. A story of war conflict, a path paved in blood. A story made of hope, promises, and dreams.
[Read at your own risk, contain mature themes] (such as blood, gore, war crimes, and other graphic things)
(I might change the cover, cover name, and other things in the story)
30 years of war was all it took for humanity to fall under the wrath of the anthros. Even if the last known human base was destroyed long time ago, there yet stand survivors. Hidden in the shadows of what they once called home, their future seems uncertain and hope is a word their dictionary no longer contains.
(It's obvious the cover is done by AI)