[Funkduder]

The rattling from the garbage grew louder and louder, if only in subtle steps to whats left of his eardrum on his metallic side. "Something's coming," Quintus warned Ciaran, "a lot of something."

As the sun went down under the horizon and as the shadows grew darker and deeper, as night normally is, small, red eyes appeared from the alley way. There must have been a dozen pairs or more, and as Ciaran's eye got adjusted, he saw the hostile new comers: large rats.

"Ciaran. Where did you get that rat?" he asked as the crowd of rats began to crawl out from their hiding spots.