When he woke up he was alone. The rain was still rattling the window panes. The amphibian orchestra had bowed out. The ancient ceiling fan made another futile attempt to stir up some breeze. A lonely mosquito with a blood filled stomach was lazily buzzing around. A jecko's warning echoed in one of the distant corridors. The house creaked under the weight of the soaked thatched roof. How long will it endure the onslaught of the elements? Will I be there when it happens? Will we perish together? Or will we go on to see another monsoon?
Last night they discovered a human in the sewers, screamed the headline on Daily Vermin Times. Ed Rat paused to scan the headline and sipped his morning tea. He was in charge of the highly successful Human Extermination Programme. He came from the highly acclaimed family of rats that had unleashed Plague on the frail human race centuries ago. At that time rats used to be in the sewers and the humans used to be outside. Maybe they too had a Vermin Extermination Program. How ironic, thought Ed. We were destined to rule the world. We withstood their poison and laboratory tests. In fact, the tests made us stronger and resistant to the diseases. Now look at them hiding in sewers away from us, fearing us. The telephone rang. Ed woke with a start from his reverie. There must be something wrong, he thought. My room has shrunk, there are metal bars everywhere. It looks like a cell. I can see my cousins in another cell. They are all playing with something. What's this lump on my hand? What...
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