Okay a little bit about this chapter. It is very, VERY short but hopefully it's enough. A fair warning to some of the readers for this chapter. For those who have not read the War for the Planet of the Apes 4 comics issue by Boom! Studios, some of what is read, won't make a lot of sense. But if you have and get the reference, good for you! But here is the 47th chapter. Again, it is very short and we want to get to War soon but just a little more. Two more chapters and we'll get to War. Thank you all for reading!

-My Child-

There was a loud bang as the doors to the "The Inn at Deer Creek" opened and shut as a figure rushed past it and took cover behind the heaps of debris that laid about. Peeking out just over the edge, the hooded figure watched nervously at the doors, waiting and expecting for anything to happen. The figure knew naught how long he was like that but the longer he stayed there, the more silent it had become.

With a deep relieving sigh, the hooded figure slumped down onto the ground, exhausted after his recent ordeal. He had just went out to look for food and had found a zoo of sorts. Except this zoo had not animals but humans, people within them, all crying and yelling to be freed. It was an odd thing for the figure. Why would people imprison their own? Why would they stick them all within cages like that? All guarded by soldiers. There seemed to be nothing wrong with them, but then he wouldn't know the affairs. All he needed was food and to not be caught by the soldiers, nothing more and nothing less.

While he had scrounged about the figure had kept himself as discreet as possible, moving only within the shadows and grabbing what he can in order to survive. There was a point when he had stopped and watched the humans within the cages. How miserable they all looked and sounded. But what could he do? With a heavy heart, he had turned away and continued his search. Luckily he was able to follow a few of the soldiers into a storage area and snuck on in. There the figure was able to take as much as he needed before he quickly got out of there, never looking back. Which lead him to where he was now.

Sitting there on the cold hard ground the figure then reached up to his zipper and pulled it down, over his bloated belly. As the zipper was undone, many packages fell from within the jacket and right onto the cold hard ground beneath. Feeling quite hungry the figure reached down for one of the packages and tore it open. The food within was hungrily gobbled down by the hooded figure, and once done, the wrapper was discarded off to the side among with many other things.

Once the figure has had his fill, he had gotten up and zipped up his jacket once more, shuddering at the cold surrounding. Looking about slowly the figure had decided that today was enough for him scrounging about and made his way on over to where a makeshift hammock was and flopped down onto it. While he laid there, the figure looked at his hand, seeing the yellow glove on it still. While staring at the glove the figure noticed how worn out the thing was and slowly took the thing off.

"Idiot. Stupid. Completely useless. Can't even tie a rope."

The voice of someone long distant past rang within the figure's mind as he laid there and looked at the glove. Was he an idiot? No, he just did not know. Was he stupid? Maybe, but he can still learn, right? Was he completely useless? Who knows, yet he was able to help when needed. Couldn't tie a rope, but given time he knew how to tie one now. All the things that was said to him, what were they for? Why at him? Were there something more to those words? Whatever it was, the person that had said it to him is now gone and he'll never know. Well… that didn't matter now. All that mattered now was that he survived. That he survived.

The longer the figure laid there among the stillness the colder it was for him. With another shudder the figure reached on over towards one of the blankets and yanked it on over, wrapping the fabric around his body. With the motion however, the figure was surprised when the action had caused something to fall onto the bedding, right next to him. Freezing for a moment the figure gasped quietly before he reached out and took a hold of the object.

Moving the thing closer to him the figure could now see that the object that had fallen was a stuffed toy alligator. Breath catching within his throat the figure gingerly brought the stuffed animal close to his chest, holding it there as he cradled it.

"Safe. We safe," the figure's wavering voice said softly within the cold emptiness of the surrounding area.

The air was suddenly filled with the sounds of broken soft sobs that emanated from the figure. As he drew his face forward, the nearly balding head of an ape with very large ears, pressed his snout upon the toy. Tears slowly falling from the ape's closed eyes and soaking into the plush that he was holding onto.

"My child," the ape sobbed quietly within the cold empty room as he held onto the last remnant of something that reminded him of his past.

As the ape continued to cry himself to sleep, outside it started to snow once more. Beginning the cycle anew with it's gentle fall.