"What da yah got? Chabacco! Chabacoo!"…
The lame commercial rang out through the restaurant far behind me as people bonked against the walls, attempting to get at where the sound came from. A small grey rat with its fur matted with dirt and mud ran through the place, attempting to get through without getting stepped on. Rushing through the streets, it came up to the top of the hill. Looking over the edge; it saw the young girl screaming, another person clawing at her, before she hit her head, smashing her attacker's brains and blood all around and on her. Looking up in fear, she saw me. Or… did she? I did not know. All I did was watch as more people dashed at her, their jaws open, arms out…
Her pitiful screams turned to gagging as I watched her "Daughter" claw at her throat, ripping it open, her blood gushing out onto the street. This was the place where no one was safe… But, if I only had known that same thing back then, that no one, not even I, was safe… Not even the innocent. I flicked my tail silently, as I soon evaporated into the air. Finally landing and materializing in front of the blood spill, I lapped up some of the violet red blood.
It was a good day to be dead.