Fred started to wash his beard, he was a dwarf. A strong, short dwarf. When his facial hair was clean enough he went out to drink some beer with his companions. He could no expect the thing that happened this morning. His town was destroyed, everywhere there was just fire and ruined buildings. He was alone, the only dwarf alive. The last dwarf in the whole world. He could not belive, he was crying. Dwarfs usually don't cry. But he was not a baby. Fred started to search for other living men, he was searching for whole day but there was no one. No bodies, no bodies of dwarfes or bodies of invaders who killed them. Something strange had happened but he could not imagine any possible scenario for this morning. He was alone. The last dwarf on the earth.