The heavy rain washed over the rust-covered wreckage, flowing through the intertwined metal frames, carrying with it the warmth of fresh blood, dripping heavily onto the ground. Very quickly, puddles of dark red stains gathered, with thin threads of blood floating inside.
The scavenger rat collapsed to the ground, feeling uncontrollable searing pain throughout his body. He tried hard to curl up, protecting his soft innards, so even if the men kicked and punched him, it would only be superficial injuries.
The men must be laughing at him, right?
The scavenger rat knew that, with his hunched and deformed stature, now curled up, he probably looked no different than an oversized rat.
Many had laughed at the scavenger rat for this, and he had long grown used to it.
That's life. Once you get used to it, even the most brutal things can't stir waves in your heart.
"This is a trap."
