Rachel: Round 3
To A Mouse: Plans Gone Awry
It wasn't much of a plan, to be honest. I just didn't know what else to do. Jake and Lacey were driving me insane. Note to self: never have kids! To top it off, after a few days of wandering and dodging random Social Bunny attacks, I had run out of ammo. We were hungry, dirty, tired, and in dire need of a safe place to sleep. That's where the police station came in.
The prisoners' showers and toilets still worked, so we could all wash up after our days of trudging around in the dust. Luckily, there were some cans of beans and whatnot in one of the storage rooms, too. And, best of all, the cell keys were in a drawer in the front desk. That night, we locked ourselves into one of the jail cells and slept on the bunks. No Social Bunny was going to get to us there.
For all they'd been through, the kids slept like babies. I, however, had a lot of things running through my mind. Besides the usual 'How are we going to survive day-to-day?' I was also dealing with the emotions relating to Joe's death. Part of me hated the guy for being such a pansy. But part of me truly missed him. I don't know why. And then there was the part of me that wanted to get to the bottom of this whole Social Bunny mystery.
I kept tossing and turning in my bed, and when I finally got to sleep, it was a nightmare.
None of it made any sense; most of it was just an overwhelming feeling of fear paired with random images. One image stuck in my head, however, and I couldn't get it out. It was Joe, glaring at me, his face all bloody. Like he was accusing me of something! I woke up in a cold sweat and looked over at Jake and Lacey.
Still asleep. From the tiny bit of light seeping into the cell, I could tell it was morning. The nightmare had jolted my brain. I was frustrated. I wanted to find out what all this was about, and I wanted to find out NOW!
I got up, unlocked the door, and woke up the kids.
"We're going to figure out what's really going on. Come on."
Thinking back, it was incredibly stupid. But I was desperate! Would I do it again? I really don't know. That doesn't matter now.
"You want me, huh, you stupid Social Bunnies?!" I screamed in the middle of the street. "Well, come and get me! I wanna know why!"
Oh, they came, all right. Lots of them. They came and they surrounded us. I stood there, defiantly, as the kids cowered together in fear. Then one of them reached out its fuzzy paw and touched me. A jolt of electricity coursed through my body, and I collapsed, unconscious, on the ground. I don't know what happened after that, but I had discovered one thing from the rabbit's touch...
The Social Bunnies were robots!
It wasn't much of a plan, to be honest. I just didn't know what else to do. Jake and Lacey were driving me insane. Note to self: never have kids! To top it off, after a few days of wandering and dodging random Social Bunny attacks, I had run out of ammo. We were hungry, dirty, tired, and in dire need of a safe place to sleep. That's where the police station came in.
The prisoners' showers and toilets still worked, so we could all wash up after our days of trudging around in the dust. Luckily, there were some cans of beans and whatnot in one of the storage rooms, too. And, best of all, the cell keys were in a drawer in the front desk. That night, we locked ourselves into one of the jail cells and slept on the bunks. No Social Bunny was going to get to us there.
For all they'd been through, the kids slept like babies. I, however, had a lot of things running through my mind. Besides the usual 'How are we going to survive day-to-day?' I was also dealing with the emotions relating to Joe's death. Part of me hated the guy for being such a pansy. But part of me truly missed him. I don't know why. And then there was the part of me that wanted to get to the bottom of this whole Social Bunny mystery.
I kept tossing and turning in my bed, and when I finally got to sleep, it was a nightmare.
None of it made any sense; most of it was just an overwhelming feeling of fear paired with random images. One image stuck in my head, however, and I couldn't get it out. It was Joe, glaring at me, his face all bloody. Like he was accusing me of something! I woke up in a cold sweat and looked over at Jake and Lacey.
Still asleep. From the tiny bit of light seeping into the cell, I could tell it was morning. The nightmare had jolted my brain. I was frustrated. I wanted to find out what all this was about, and I wanted to find out NOW!
I got up, unlocked the door, and woke up the kids.
"We're going to figure out what's really going on. Come on."
Thinking back, it was incredibly stupid. But I was desperate! Would I do it again? I really don't know. That doesn't matter now.
"You want me, huh, you stupid Social Bunnies?!" I screamed in the middle of the street. "Well, come and get me! I wanna know why!"
Oh, they came, all right. Lots of them. They came and they surrounded us. I stood there, defiantly, as the kids cowered together in fear. Then one of them reached out its fuzzy paw and touched me. A jolt of electricity coursed through my body, and I collapsed, unconscious, on the ground. I don't know what happened after that, but I had discovered one thing from the rabbit's touch...
The Social Bunnies were robots!