Moving Death

Jesse holds off the rats, although you are just as worried about if she wins as you are about her losing. You are about to pathetically protest, when a hissing could be heard from down the dark corridor.

The rats, fox, and you all freeze. The hissing sounded again, but closer. "Run!" Cried Jesse, who fled in the company of the wererats. This hissing seems dangerous, but you sort of wonder what it could be...

Written by Aidan

Awww CRAP!!!!!!!!

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