Giant, shark-toothed caterpillars, twisted whales, things with too many legs that still sounded human... There were a lot of mutagenic bombs dropped in the war. I just ran whenever I saw something that didn't move right.

[He falls silent, his eyes drifting over the landscape in front of them. The world looked dead, but he knew, or at least he believed he knew, based on the lie he'd been trapped in, that life was more tenacious than mere humans could extinguish]

I wonder what the animals left up here have turned into by now. There's got to be something left.