A few years ago, many natural disasters happened on earth, only a few survived. Who? You may ask.
The answer is us, animals. Who, by our instincts escaped (of course some perished)
Some of us live in the wild, others live in the ruins of what used to be the home of our owner.
Some of us lived in pet shops and got adopted, others originated from the Streets.
I am Rhubarb, a small Cumberland turtle who once lived in a pet shop and eventually got adopted.
My best friend is another turtle named Nacho, adopted by my owner, anyways…
I live in the ruins of my previous home, it's cold, unclean and of course full of insects and rats.
The streets near the ruins are flooded (from the constant rains) and full of small fish to eat.
That's how I and Nacho survive.
Sometimes a tall, hairless dog brings us lettuce.
About the predators, we usually get attacked by street cats and dogs. They usually attack our shells first, simple scars that heal quick
It's my life….