"What did the government or the military do until now to get rid of the rats?" I asked while staring down at that cat-rat-dog-like thing and trying to overcome the disgust to touch it.
The question was, was touching that really worse than a torso-hill?
Yet, the memory of the torso-hill felt far away, as if I had seen these scenes in a movie or had dreamed about them, while that thing in front of me felt awfully real.
"We released a chemical gas, tried ultrasonic sounds, placed poisoned traps throughout the city, and put the citizens under house arrest to hunt the rats continuously for a week straight. At last we tried to lure them in one location with livestock," the staff sergeant recounted.
"Nothing worked?" I raised my eyebrows. Luring them into a trap with fresh flesh was also my first thought.
With my power, I could easily replicate them and screw the government over, yes, but then the city would still drown in rats.
I, for one, didn't want to live with them.
