In my tribe, only the strong survive. We were a proud tribe, from what i remember. I remember our numbers kept getting smaller, until eventually when i woke up i was the only one left. I stayed in the woods for a while, fending for myself. Eventually I was tired of being alone. You can have only so many conversations with a bear skull. Don't get me wrong, he's the best friend I ever had, just not a big talker. I went to the closest big city to see if maybe any of my tribe had wandered down here too?
 
There were so many people! Small, weak, little people. I could rule over them all; crush them all beneath my boot. Of course, I couldn't get to that point on my own; not yet anyway. Some of them were kinda cute and fun to talk to. it's amazing how much information you can learn just from talking to people. And when they don't wanna talk... an axe loosens their lips pretty quickly.