photo high quality: golden eagle, posing on skulls, with wing, while eating worms

The golden eagle perched majestically atop its kill - a pile of bones scattered across the ground below it. The sun's rays reflected off the creature's feathers as it surveyed the scene before it. Its sharp eyes scanned the area for any potential threats, but none were in sight.

With a satisfied grin, the eagle began to devour its meal, tearing into the flesh of the bones with ease. As the eagle continued to eat, it noticed something unusual about this particular kill. There seemed to be more than just animal remains here; there were also human bones mixed in among them.

Curious, the eagle flew over to one of the larger skeletons and examined it closely. It appeared to have been buried long ago, judging by the state of decomposition. But what could these humans possibly be doing out here?

Suddenly, the eagle heard a rustling sound from behind it. Turning around, it saw another predator approaching - a large mountain lion. The two animals stared each other down for several tense moments, neither willing to back down first.

Finally, the eagle let out a loud shriek and took flight, leaving the lion to its own devices. Without warning, the sky above the eagle erupted in flames. A massive fire had broken out nearby, consuming everything in its path.

As the smoke billowed upwards, the eagle realized that it needed to find shelter quickly if it wanted to survive. Luckily, it spotted a cave not too far away, hidden amongst the rocks. Hurrying towards it, the eagle managed to squeeze itself inside just seconds before the blazing heat reached it.

Once safely inside, the eagle looked around at its surroundings. To its surprise, it found that the cave wasn't empty after all. Hidden deep within the darkness lay a group of people, huddled together against the cold stone walls.

They were dirty and disheveled, having clearly been through some sort of hardship recently. But they didn't seem hostile, so the eagle decided to approach them cautiously. "Hello?

" called out the eagle. "Are you okay? " One of the people stepped forward hesitantly.

He was tall and muscular, with dark skin and piercing blue eyes. His face was covered in dirt and sweat, making him look like he hadn't slept in days. "We're fine," he replied gruffly.

"Who are you? " "My name is Eagle," said the bird. "I came upon your camp looking for food.

" The man nodded slowly. "You must be hungry then. We haven't seen much game since we got here.

" Eagle cocked its head curiously. "Where did you come from? " "From the city," answered the man.

"But things went bad real quick once the riots started. So we left, hoping to start fresh somewhere else. " "What kind of riot?

" asked Eagle. "People fighting over resources mostly," explained the man. "Food, water, anything really.

Some folks even tried burning buildings down. Pretty crazy stuff, I tell ya. " Eagle thought for a moment.

This made sense now - the gold eagles were known to feed primarily on carrion, which meant that their diet would likely consist mainly of dead bodies. And given how many humans were living in close quarters during times of crisis, it wouldn't be surprising if some of those deaths occurred due to violence. "So where do you plan to go next?

" asked Eagle. "Don't know yet," admitted the man. "Haven't figured that part out yet.

But wherever we end up going, we need to make sure we can protect ourselves. That means finding weapons and supplies, and maybe even recruiting new members along the way.