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It was a Saturday afternoon, and the main shop alley was crowded with people. Landon trudged through the crowd, trying to maneuver himself to a spot where there were less people. His bright yellow scarf was ripped and caked with mud, he had a relatively big tear in his left pant leg, and his hands shoved in his pockets. Still, he grinned to himself, happy with his latest mayhem-causing stunt with Eva. The two had started slinging mud at one another, and ended up running away from the cops. After dropping Eva off somewhere safe, Landon was now looking for something else he could do, preferably something more dangerous. However, after looking around and finding absolutely nothing better to do, he decided to lie down in an empty alley and take a nap. Sure, it wasn’t the nicest place to sleep (especially since it was mainly just a bunch of trash bags), but at least no one would find him here. And so, he slept.

When Landon awoke, it was completely dark outside. "Damn." he allowed the word to softly escape his lips, and then quickly stood up, hearing a loud crunch underneath him. Cautiously, he looked down and inspected what he had just stepped on. Realizing what it was, he promptly dropped it. “Ew, rats.” He went to take another step forward, but was met with the same loud crunch sound as before. He groaned audibly. “Damn things. Seriously, c’mon!” He punched the brick wall of the building on his left, muttering various other obscenities and shaking his left hand, which was the hand he punched the wall with.

While trying to distract himself from the pain in his hand, he thought he felt something nibbling on his shoe. Looking down, he saw that there were three rats that were crowded around his left shoe, one nibbling on the untied shoelace, one on the piece of the rubber sole that was loose, and another on the heel. “Go away! God!” Landon shouted, kicking the rats off of his shoe, sending them flying into the air. They hit the brick wall with a light thump. Landon chuckled. That was actually somewhat.. amusing. Suddenly, he felt a slight tugging on his scarf, which he had tied around his leg.

“What th-Oi!” Landon angrily shouted at small group of rats, which was now gathered around his leg, trying to pull his scarf off of his leg. Without thinking, he pulled his gun out and began shooting at the rats, firing off 5 rounds. He hit one of them in the head and one of them in the side. The other rats fled, scampering off. Landon could just make out their small figures fleeing in the darkness of the alley.

Landon immediately untied his scarf and held it up, examining it closely. Spotting two small holes in the fabric near one of the ends, he exclaimed several loud obscenities, and hurled his gun at the wall before running over and making sure his precious baby was okay. Groaning, he then plopped down on the ground, placing his back flat against the wall, staring at the two rats that he shot. “Hm. Not bad.. I’d eat them if they weren’t rats..” he muttered quietly. “Been a while since I’ve had any good practice with shooting moving targets. I should practice more. Just in case..” he trailed off. Landon, suddenly having a strange change of heart, picked up one of the rats that he just shot and laid it in the palm of his hand, staring intently at it. “You know.. Maybe I was wrong to shoot this thing..”

“Rats are disgusting and all, but they’re just like us if you think about it. Always running the streets, hiding in the sewers, scrambling around all the time, but sticking close to one another typically, stealing food and other various things..” He stared at the rat for a few more seconds before shaking his head. “What the hell am I doing, contemplating a freaking rat..” he muttered to himself, standing up and tossing the dead rat over his shoulder into a pile of trash. “Dammit Landon, pull yourself together. It’s a freaking rat, its target practice.” He quickly scanned the ground for more rats, and spotting another one over by the fountain, he shot at it before taking off running for the place where he typically sheltered himself at night, softly laughing to himself the whole way there.

Description
It was a Saturday afternoon, and the main shop alley was crowded with people. Landon trudged through the crowd, trying to maneuver himself to a spot where there were less people. His bright yellow scarf was ripped and caked with mud, he had a relatively big tear in his left pant leg, and his hands shoved in his pockets. Still, he grinned to himself, happy with his latest mayhem-causing stunt with Eva. The two had started slinging mud at one another, and ended up running away from the cops. After dropping Eva off somewhere safe, Landon was now looking for something else he could do, preferably something more dangerous. However, after looking around and finding absolutely nothing better to do, he decided to lie down in an empty alley and take a nap. Sure, it wasn’t the nicest place to sleep (especially since it was mainly just a bunch of trash bags), but at least no one would find him here. And so, he slept.

When Landon awoke, it was completely dark outside. "Damn." he allowed the word to softly escape his lips, and then quickly stood up, hearing a loud crunch underneath him. Cautiously, he looked down and inspected what he had just stepped on. Realizing what it was, he promptly dropped it. “Ew, rats.” He went to take another step forward, but was met with the same loud crunch sound as before. He groaned audibly. “Damn things. Seriously, c’mon!” He punched the brick wall of the building on his left, muttering various other obscenities and shaking his left hand, which was the hand he punched the wall with.

While trying to distract himself from the pain in his hand, he thought he felt something nibbling on his shoe. Looking down, he saw that there were three rats that were crowded around his left shoe, one nibbling on the untied shoelace, one on the piece of the rubber sole that was loose, and another on the heel. “Go away! God!” Landon shouted, kicking the rats off of his shoe, sending them flying into the air. They hit the brick wall with a light thump. Landon chuckled. That was actually somewhat.. amusing. Suddenly, he felt a slight tugging on his scarf, which he had tied around his leg.

“What th-Oi!” Landon angrily shouted at small group of rats, which was now gathered around his leg, trying to pull his scarf off of his leg. Without thinking, he pulled his gun out and began shooting at the rats, firing off 5 rounds. He hit one of them in the head and one of them in the side. The other rats fled, scampering off. Landon could just make out their small figures fleeing in the darkness of the alley.

Landon immediately untied his scarf and held it up, examining it closely. Spotting two small holes in the fabric near one of the ends, he exclaimed several loud obscenities, and hurled his gun at the wall before running over and making sure his precious baby was okay. Groaning, he then plopped down on the ground, placing his back flat against the wall, staring at the two rats that he shot. “Hm. Not bad.. I’d eat them if they weren’t rats..” he muttered quietly. “Been a while since I’ve had any good practice with shooting moving targets. I should practice more. Just in case..” he trailed off. Landon, suddenly having a strange change of heart, picked up one of the rats that he just shot and laid it in the palm of his hand, staring intently at it. “You know.. Maybe I was wrong to shoot this thing..”

“Rats are disgusting and all, but they’re just like us if you think about it. Always running the streets, hiding in the sewers, scrambling around all the time, but sticking close to one another typically, stealing food and other various things..” He stared at the rat for a few more seconds before shaking his head. “What the hell am I doing, contemplating a freaking rat..” he muttered to himself, standing up and tossing the dead rat over his shoulder into a pile of trash. “Dammit Landon, pull yourself together. It’s a freaking rat, its target practice.” He quickly scanned the ground for more rats, and spotting another one over by the fountain, he shot at it before taking off running for the place where he typically sheltered himself at night, softly laughing to himself the whole way there.