PopcornPie
Dazed, confused, but chugging on.
Lucky nearly blacked out a fourth time when his head hit a big concrete slab. "A building! But I have no guarantee that Toffee is in there." Not to mention how dangerous it would be to come out of hiding, now that soldiers were active. Perhaps he could rely on his air duct method again, but he didn't see any exhaust vents or other such point of entry. He carefully circled the base, nearly exposing himself by way of traveling through weaker snow piles. No other gunshots could be heard, and nobody came towards him. Yet, until he knew what was going on, he would retreat to his starting point.
With nothing else to do, the rabbit used his arm-knife to poke a can of corn open. Eating canned vegetables raw was no issue for Lucky, but he worried about how long his supply would last. Come to think of it, he hadn't eaten anything since his last dinner before coming to Blood Gulch. With all the running around, food just never crossed his mind. Beer did, water did, but nothing that would stop his stomach from caving on on itself. Suppose the growling of his stomach gave him up? He couldn't afford any such mistake.
He changed his goal, for now, from hunting Toffee to hunting meat. Odds were a squirrel or chipmunk was roaming in this snowy landscape-or, better yet, hibernating. Occasionally, he would just barely lift his head out of the snow, scanning for prey, only to quickly yank himself back down.
With nothing else to do, the rabbit used his arm-knife to poke a can of corn open. Eating canned vegetables raw was no issue for Lucky, but he worried about how long his supply would last. Come to think of it, he hadn't eaten anything since his last dinner before coming to Blood Gulch. With all the running around, food just never crossed his mind. Beer did, water did, but nothing that would stop his stomach from caving on on itself. Suppose the growling of his stomach gave him up? He couldn't afford any such mistake.
He changed his goal, for now, from hunting Toffee to hunting meat. Odds were a squirrel or chipmunk was roaming in this snowy landscape-or, better yet, hibernating. Occasionally, he would just barely lift his head out of the snow, scanning for prey, only to quickly yank himself back down.