There was a better world before the day of heat. We lived around the hills, which was our own paradise. You could find there everything what you need from the apple core until the crust, what else should a rat wish. You did not even fight for the food, there was a plenty of that, and they delivered a new heap every week. The trash hills was far away from the city, so we weren't bothered even by cats.
The heat changed everything. The whole world was covered by ash, there was not even a single bite which could be eaten any more. And the trucks stopped coming. There was no other choice we went into the city.
The city was whole different than grandpa told us, there was no people there, only the slow walkers. The walkers did not create such an amount of food like normal people and they did not collect it, so we started to follow them.
They was not a real threat for us, they did not have any reasonable reflexes like any other creatures, you could even bite them.
The life got his own cycle again: follow the slow walkers and eat their remains.
One day the cats appears around the walkers, there was no chance to rival with them. They are real the predators. We had to leave the march, and we live in the canal since then. There is no miracle for rats in this world.
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