Part II...The Rabbit

I turned to dash through the door, but i realized i would have to turn the handle. That filthy handle. I could hear the moaning man getting closer, and the mailman. Darn, that mailman is silent. I could of almost forgotten he was there. I glanced down to the handle, cralling with germs and dirt. Although, in hindsight, dirt can't crawl, but of course now my vision is twenty: twenty. I had forgotten about the hatchet in my hand, it was my best chance at getting through the door without catching something. My Right arm has likely already caught some disfiguring disease from my poor, pathetic hatchet. After this ordeal is over I should probably get my arm amputated. It is a safety issue after all. All the while the man was getting closer, and I finally decided to hack my way threw the door. I swung quickly near the place where the lock met the wall. Once, Twice, Thee times and The door Swung open. I through myself against the door to hold that creature that was once man out, or maybe, to hold me in. The door was covered in parasites. I could see them...They were crawling all over the door, and all over me! No! Get Off! I began to scream frantically, sprinting away from the door and into the pet store. This was my biggest mistake. I stopped next to some sort of cage, for what I can only assume to be some sort of vicious wild animal. I could see the poison dripping from it's fangs as it hopped into the open. It was some sort of rabbit of death, a poisonous killer encased in a chicken wire cell for the innocent field mice it had killed over the years. All of those poor mice! Our eyes met and I could see his uncontained, unbridled rage. Could he brake through this cage, surly he couldn't, surley I was safe...what if I wasn't? I could tell this mad beast was calling me out, and with the moaning man getting closer, I had little time to decide. His eyes challenged me and I knew what had to be done. I raised hy hatchet high into the air. One swing, the hatchet cut through the wire like butter, and was stopped by the white, bony shield of this horrid monstrosity, as it secreted red poinson to ward of where my hatchet struck. Twice, It went farther into the bone, My hand graised the bone and it was soft like fur. "I will not be fooled DEMON!" I shouted with a mad fury. His trick wouldn't work, no way would i touch that poison he was secreting...Swing Three and it was over, off came the beasts head and I knew I had provailed...but where do I turn to? Where must I go? There are simalar cages and huts around me, built to hold these wretched creatures.They had seen me kill what must have been their powerful leader. I was now leader of this deadly pack. I only hoped that they would follow my lead... and that I wouldn't get rabies, or malaria from them...

To Be Continued...