Home Where the Toxic Waste is
Mike held his pool cue firmly, he takes a questioning stare at the uninvited stranger, he examines the unknown man, trying to find any possible danger on him, but he seems to be clean. The stranger stared at him, he takes a step closer into the light, illuminating his face, which seem to be covered in cuts and bruises. "Hehe a meal right in front of my eyes" the stranger wickedly grinned at his 'dinner' he jumps into the air, heading straight to Mike. Without hesitation, Mike held the stick on both end, making a shield as the attacker's on the top of him with the pool cue pressing against his neck, he attempts to take a bite of Mike. He snarled at the insane man, he knees him, the man backing up slightly, holding his stomach bending over, Mike kicked him in the face, the killer falls on his back on the ground. Without a second thought, he stood up and ran toward table, grabbing his unique 9mm handgun and attempted to shoot the cannibal in the head, but missed and hit him in the throat. The sight wasn't pretty at all, the stranger started to look like he was having a seizure, he held to his neck, attempt to breathe as blood starts spraying out all over him, he gasps and coughs violently, then stops moving, finally dead. Mike stood there, staring at the dead body wondering what was his intention for eating him, but then again he could've gone crazy from the isolation in the bunker, after all he was in here for maybe ten years. Mike was confused by the man's strange behavior, he couldn't become insane from being lonely here, but he decided not to ponder on it, but as a cautionary, he put his gun in his pocket, ensuring his safety. He takes a step toward the body to pick it up, but he stops abruptly, he saw the pool cue in perfect shape, he picks it up, and walks back to the pool table game which was interrupted by the little display he saw. He puts the stick on the table, his head on the table carefully, he hits the cue ball, as it hit the 8-ball, it went in the hole perfectly. Mike gave a smirk as he put down the pool cue on the table, he walks toward the body and picks it up, putting it over his shoulder, he walks out the broken doorway, which has been always broken for some odd reason. He walks down the hallway, admiring the walls, which seems to be rustic metal like the floor, he runs his paw along the cold wall, feeling the history going through his paw. "Hey, Mike!" a voice called out to him, Mike looks forward and sees a dark figure in the distance, the bunker always had poor lightning. Mike smiled when he could finally see him, it was Steve, his favorite Lynx in the whole bunker, but then again he was the only one here. He gave a nod to Steve with a smile, but he just stared at Mike in horror. He saw the body. "Y-you killed someone?" He barely let out as he felt his throat growing tighter, he backs away from Mike in fear, he started running into the opposite direction from the claimed 'murderer' Mike felt betrayed, he never even got to explain to his friend about the body. He saw a few figures at the end of the dark reddish hall, they had weapons. "MURDERER!" one of the figures shouted at accused canine, Mike dropped the body and started running. He couldn't believe what was happening, and how fast it even happened. He looks behind and sees them all chasing after them, however, he looked at them a second too long as he crashed into the wall, he stumbled backwards falling down. Mike groaned in pain, but that was just the beginning, the angry mob caught up to Mike, without even asking him what happened, they all stomped on Mike, calling out names "Murderer!....Killer!....Nobody!.... Freak!....Beast!" they hacked their weapons on Mike, all he could do was just get ripped apart defenselessly.