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CT heard the crackle over the airwaves and the angry voice of her buddy coming across the line. "Bunker Squirrels! Do you copy?"
"Copy, Bunnyrat, what's your ETA?" "We're pulling 'em in like you said, General, but y'all better be ready with support, cuz we're gettin' our cottontails shot off out here!" CT's whiskers twitched. She knew they could hold the Ravens, but she hated to hear that they might me taking casualties. "Hold to the plan," She said. "Frackin' PELLETS!" the voice over the intercom said, then came the sound of the missile strike, the roar of distant thunder. A second later, the Squirrels could hear the echo throughout the concrete walls of this bunker in the mountain So Bunnyrat Platoon WAS close. Very close. The Squirrels started loading up their gear, the rifles, the repeaters, and the big plasma cannons on wheels. The team readied themselves at the blast doors. CT said, "Bunnyrat, talk to me. You still pullin' those Ravens in?" Static at first, then, "You know it! This is one helluva firefight. Damn my floppy feet if these humans never had anything like this! Hoppin' back to y'all now. You Squirrels got your nuts sacked up and ready to take these flying demons?" The team said, "Bunker Squirrels save the day!" CT slammed back the lever, and the blast door opened. The squad roared as the rushed to join the platoon. It was a glorious day for the mammanimals!
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The squirrel chittered and flapped his tail, sitting on the side of the desk. I tossed him another peanut as I monitored the counter ticking closer to zero.
"Here you go, Buddy. Eat up, cause this is it." I took a bite of the stale Twinkie and licked the filling off my fingers. Prepare for shutdown in five minutes. The message on the screen flashed in red letters and a siren screamed through the bunker. I gazed at my little friend sitting on his hind legs, looking for more food. How had we gotten here? It's kind of a funny story, really, and I probably would be laughing my ass off if the world wasn't about to end. Back, oh, thirty some odd years ago, before I was born, war broke out. In a massive show of "mine's bigger than yours," all the world leaders with nukes lobbed them at each other. Over half the population died instantly. They were the lucky ones. Slowly over the years, more died from radiation poisoning. Toxic air filled the sky and the water emitted a green glow. No crops grew. All the animals and the rest of the people perished—except me and the squirrel—the last two living beings on earth. I picked up the manual and flipped to the last page. Mankind had the opportunity to survive as a species but chose mutual destruction instead. Open the latch marked. "End of Days." I flipped open the latch and pulled out the object—an Obsidian Die. "What do we do with this, Buddy?" |
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