This isn't the end

The male walked into the cave, he hadn't been here before but had heard tales. Images on the walls depicting stories of the past, he walked by the pictures glancing at them to see if there really was interesting things here. He stopped when he came to a tale, one of war and death, there were figures in a group all holding long pointy sticks. There was also another group seemingly running at the previous group, this group also had pointy sticks of their own. There was blood between the two groups indicating at death and destruction, 'Why aren't they running, are they stupid?' he thought as he looked at the first group standing there. He looked a bit farther to the left to see some smaller figures behind the first group, he wasn't smart enough to wrap his mind around everything that the picture represented so he just sat down and gave up trying to interpret it. He spoke aloud at the picture saying "What are you even here for?" his voice echoed around the cave, he would stare at the picture with a look of confusion on his face until interrupted.