Rat-King
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10/21/2025, 5:58:57 AM
No.6321100
>>6321095
>Cont'd
"TRUCK NOW, TRUCK NOW, GO, RUN!" You scream, bolting towards the doors and the street. You draw your revolver with your free hand and fire back at them twice while you run. One shot misses, and you think the other makes its mark but none of them are slowed by the impact. As the three of you enter into the open, a warm dusk is in the air around you, the moon seems impossibly small in the sky, and dark red like a gem. You can see more bodies sprinting to you from other buildings. More hissing. Did they hear the gunshots? Did they hear the others first? Anastasia is screaming pure bloody terror, it could be that. Maybe all three. This is bad.
You scoop your daughter up in your left arm, and Misha slows a bit to get between you and the three from the complex that are baring down on you. Probably five or ten seconds before the other half dozen are on top of you as well.
Misha brings the kukri down on one of them, while you load Anastasia into the backseat of the truck, lopping an arm clean off like it's nothing. In fact, it sort of is. The skin tears like wrapping paper, and there is no blood - just rats. They writhe and hiss as they spill out, and the skin suit loses its structural integrity, deflating. Misha doesn't waste time absorbing this information before she uses her free hand to crush the head of the one on her left. Likewise, the skin is a veneer that crinkles easily under her big, meaty Greek hand. Rats spill out of the neck, and the whole thing begins to fray. As the swarm of rodents start to engulf her legs and move up her torso, you're getting into the driver's seat. The third neighbor-turned-rat's-nest is biting into Misha's arm. She can't feel pain, thank Christ.
"FUCKING DRIVE BITCH!" Misha shouts at the top of her (well, Basil's) lungs.
Anastasia is still screaming, the other runners are going directly for the truck. You're stomping on the gas and peeling out. The other rat-people are leaping at the truck, but not able to make purchase as you start speeding off and away. You can watch in the rearview as the corpse Misha is inhabiting is dogpiled by other corpses and the cumulative swarm of rats that are inhabiting those corpses.
Your heart is pounding out of your chest and your hands are buzzing and your ears are ringing and you almost flip the truck rounding the corner onto the street and Anastasia is still screaming.... And you would be too if you weren't so fucking shellshocked.
You are headed in the direction of the garage.
Fuck. Fuck.
Garage. You have to get to the garage. Right?
What do you do?
>Head straight for the garage
>Find a place to hide nearby
>Write in
>Cont'd
"TRUCK NOW, TRUCK NOW, GO, RUN!" You scream, bolting towards the doors and the street. You draw your revolver with your free hand and fire back at them twice while you run. One shot misses, and you think the other makes its mark but none of them are slowed by the impact. As the three of you enter into the open, a warm dusk is in the air around you, the moon seems impossibly small in the sky, and dark red like a gem. You can see more bodies sprinting to you from other buildings. More hissing. Did they hear the gunshots? Did they hear the others first? Anastasia is screaming pure bloody terror, it could be that. Maybe all three. This is bad.
You scoop your daughter up in your left arm, and Misha slows a bit to get between you and the three from the complex that are baring down on you. Probably five or ten seconds before the other half dozen are on top of you as well.
Misha brings the kukri down on one of them, while you load Anastasia into the backseat of the truck, lopping an arm clean off like it's nothing. In fact, it sort of is. The skin tears like wrapping paper, and there is no blood - just rats. They writhe and hiss as they spill out, and the skin suit loses its structural integrity, deflating. Misha doesn't waste time absorbing this information before she uses her free hand to crush the head of the one on her left. Likewise, the skin is a veneer that crinkles easily under her big, meaty Greek hand. Rats spill out of the neck, and the whole thing begins to fray. As the swarm of rodents start to engulf her legs and move up her torso, you're getting into the driver's seat. The third neighbor-turned-rat's-nest is biting into Misha's arm. She can't feel pain, thank Christ.
"FUCKING DRIVE BITCH!" Misha shouts at the top of her (well, Basil's) lungs.
Anastasia is still screaming, the other runners are going directly for the truck. You're stomping on the gas and peeling out. The other rat-people are leaping at the truck, but not able to make purchase as you start speeding off and away. You can watch in the rearview as the corpse Misha is inhabiting is dogpiled by other corpses and the cumulative swarm of rats that are inhabiting those corpses.
Your heart is pounding out of your chest and your hands are buzzing and your ears are ringing and you almost flip the truck rounding the corner onto the street and Anastasia is still screaming.... And you would be too if you weren't so fucking shellshocked.
You are headed in the direction of the garage.
Fuck. Fuck.
Garage. You have to get to the garage. Right?
What do you do?
>Head straight for the garage
>Find a place to hide nearby
>Write in