The Hunter and the Mole Rat
Mole Rat
Deep in the sewers of the Capital Wasteland, a mole rat skittered through the sewer's dark and rusty corridors. It sniffed the air as it passed by an opening, recognizing the smell of food. The mole rat decided to travel down this tunnel, for even the smell of food in this dark future gave hope to the simplest of creatures. This mole rat was one of those creatures that believed in hope. Its understanding of this feeling was a bit frightening, since it did not know what the feeling meant, but it's instincts took over again and the feeling faded. Lost in the DNA of a creature almost completely changed by radiation.
As it traveled down farther into this certain tunnel it finally saw its goal. A hunk of flesh was laying in an old office chair. It saw the meat and headed straight for it, to busy to notice the tripwire straight in front of it. The tripwire snapped, the twanging of the string set off a loud gunshot. A shotgun had been attached to the tripwire, laying in wait for some poor creature to pass by. The one flaw of the trap? It was that the hunter had placed it far to high to kill the mole rat, and it was only injured.
The mole rat limped away with its prize in mouth, deciding that it would be best to get back to the nest before the hunter cam to check his trap.
Hunter
The hunter had heard the trap setting off, as he was already on his way to check them. The hunter was a Ghoul, a human mutilated by radiation into a a zombiesque (sometimes sentient) life-form, who wore clothes he had found on one of his victims. It was nice armor, didn't protect very much, but it was aesthetically pleasing to him. He ran to the trap and checked around. Nothing. Whatever had set off the trap was getting away, and still moving pretty fast.
The Ghoul followed drops of blood that had fell from the mole rat's minor injury. It lead deeper into the sewer then he cared to go, but food was food and the hunter was hungry. I shouldn't have used all of my last catch for bait. Stupid Stupid me... As he went deeper into the sewer the stench of decay became more powerful. Soon it smelled almost as bad as the Ghoul itself, but if he could smell it he took no notice. His goal was close, and soon he would be eating mole rat.
Mole Rat
The mole rat lay in its nest. Soon his partner would be back and she would feed the pups. These pups were a little weirder then normal mole rats, they had longer legs and sharper teeth. This didn't concern the mole rat though, most of their species were mutated in some way or another. The chunk of meat was a little less then half-eaten and it lay next to the sleeping pups. The mole rat's partner would be able to feed it to them, they could wait.
Footsteps echoed throughout the sewers. The mole rat heard them and stopped nursing its wounds to look out at the corridor. It saw a shadow appear, slowly getting closer until the hunter cam into view. The mole rat sprang at the Ghoul and bit it in the arm. The Ghoul swore in anger and punched at the mole rat. No matter how hard he punched, the mole rat wouldn't let go. Another squeak came from the tunnels, it was the mole rat's partner. The 2nd mole rat jumped at the ghoul and knocked it down, making it a much easier target. After a while, the Ghoul succumbed to his death. The hunter was now the meal for his former prey.