He makes his way slowly
forward through the....he's not quite sure what the correct term for
so many rats should be. “Mischief” and “pack” hardly seem
adequate when applied to such numbers, yet he knows of no other.
“That's because this many rats should never be in one place,” he
thinks to himself, then “The Bible would call it a plague.” That
causes a chuckle, which he stifles so he doesn't draw any more
attention, focusing instead on the message being espoused at the far
end of the cavern.
It's nothing he hasn't
heard before: safety, security, homeland, unity, strength in numbers.
Nothing remarkable, until a reference to the 'two-legged
predators' reminds him he's
among rats, and an angry fire begins to burn in his belly. “This
is not right,” he thinks, “It has to be stopped.” He pauses,
caught by a passing thought. “No, not stopped. Eradicated, before
it can spread.”
