War For The Planet Of The Apes -

Caesar stopped at the edge of a cliff. Below, the river churned, gray and swollen. On the far bank, a column of black smoke rose from a burned-out Ape stronghold. His ears, still sharp despite the tinnitus of a thousand gunfights, caught the distant chatter of human voices. Laughter. They were laughing.

The rain fell harder. The world held its breath. War for the Planet of the Apes

“Tomorrow, we finish the dirty work. No prisoners. Not even the young.” Caesar stopped at the edge of a cliff

“The children are starving,” Maurice signed. “The horses are dead. We cannot run again.” the river churned