Wednesday, April 13, 2016

100 Words a Day 823


The ratman poked its snout out of the pipe, knife clutched between dirty teeth. After an exploratory sniff it emerged into the room, confident it was deserted. It shifted the knife to its hand and crept up to the closed door and pressed an ear against it. Hearing nothing, it waved back towards the pipe. After a moment, the ratman’s companions emerged just as silently. They arranged themselves before the door, tails twitching in anticipation. The lead ratman counted down and smashed the door. They piled into the room and overwhelmed the lethargic guards, cutting them down with no losses.

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