It hadn't even been a week since KO found the small, green rat, but here they were, alone- just as the small animal had told him would happen. He knew next to nothing about the small creature that sometimes changed sizes, but he knew she had been trying to get them out of there before they had been caught by the never-ending fleet of Boxman robots.
Their resistance team hadn't been fast enough, sadly, and the robots had taken them all away, except for the small boy and the even smaller rat, both of which had hidden away inside of a tree trunk.
Now that he had slowly pulled himself and his singular remaining ally from the hollow trunk, he could see the damage done to their hidden camp.
Trees were knocked over onto the grass huts used as houses, a few of which couldn't stand the giant tree's falling onto them and thereforth had collapsed. the ground was burnt from the robot's fire boosters in their feet- with a few houses caught aflame, so he would have to be fast. It had been clear the robots had done their thorough job good, but not good enough, for he had been forgotten.
He slowly began to search the destroyed camp for anything he could still use as his small animal freind stayed by the tree's wayside. He saw a few things that wouldnt be any use to him, like some already used bullets with no gun or a thin book, crisped papers bleeding out from around the cover's edges.
He tripped over something and he shook his head, confusion washing over hin as he shifted to see what ever it was.
It was a sword, hidden inside its sheath to protect the sword and anyone around it. He sighed in relief and slowly stood, picking up the sword.
He took it near the tree, laying it down in the grass before returning to the destroyed place he had once called his home. He didn't see the rat skitter onto it.
He found a few things- a hardcover book on survival tips that hadn't been scorched, a gently-stuffed plush bear that he had seen his mom have around their now destroyed hut, some unused headbands wrapped around some filled water bottles, a slightly dusted, folded dark blue towel and a small drawstring backpack filled with some berries and fruit.
Gathering the supplies, he sprinted back to the tree where the small rat sat on the sword laid on the grass.
"Hey, Fink, this is what I found... this good?" he hummed to the small mammal, laying the items out for her to see.
Seeing her nod, he quickly put everything into the drawstring bag and slipped it on. Grabbing the sword and watching as his little freind balanced on it, he stood up, allowing Fink to quickly skitter onto his shoulder before he put the sheith on his back...
And with one last glance at the burning camp, he ran.