A crane of your head shows you more than you want. The first mouse is sucking the last of the struggling workers off the ladder while her younger (sister?) is licking up the remainders of your underage work force. You manage to banish the scene from your mind, but the sight of them chewing up people you'd known conjures imaginary screams more difficult to put from your mind. They echoe through everything, as you dance the transmission up through its gears and aim for the clearest route round the rodents' 'big brother'.
Not entirely clear; on the way you're forced to run over three of your workers who won't get out of your way. The fools actually tried to wave you to a stop. 'As if they would have stopped,' you consider, mind going temporarily to your bloody trousers. 'Survival is paramount,' you repeat the Abbatwa maxim from childhood memory and run over a fourth, this one just because he was in the way. By the time the second wheel has popped over the shallow hump of his shattered spine, the Mouse is almost within tail's reach.
Unfortunately the fat rodent takes to your speeding dump truck like a kitten to a speeding slinky. Carelessly he drops the truck he was holding almost forgetting to chew the workers who still struggled between his teeth. Without wasting time to swallow, he sprints in your direction, paws igniting tremors at each fall. You spin the wheel, cutting a corner, but sticking close to the trail. Never do you take your eyes off the line of lights, red and blue, that lead home.
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