Day One: Evening

[Uno]

The white-haired weapon master sat on a stone bench with his pet rabbit, feeding it some small pieces of his bread. Grenade happily munched on its rations as Uno mumbled to himself. “Damn, I miscalculated. Who knew that Warako had some fucking grenades.” The small bunny looked up. “Oh, I didn’t mean you.” he said, scratching behind the rabbit’s tiny ears. It closed its eyes and began kicking its hind leg in joy. Then Uno continued. “Anyway, we have got to be more careful in picking our opponents. That last encounter could have ended badly. I won’t my teammates die on me so easily.”

Standing up, Uno left Grenade to finish its meal while he inspected the area. It was late; the sun had said goodnight while the moon began to take over. The young weapon specialist figured that his group would need some flashlights, and that the abandoned city would probably have some.

Wandering around the empty streets, Uno looked for an electronics store. He found nothing. “In hindsight, I should have looked for flashlights while we were downtown.” Quickly giving up on his endeavor, Uno turned back and walked toward the group’s campsite. “Guess we’ll just have to fight blind.”

When he returned, he found that Grenade wasn’t on the bench anymore. “Huh, wonder where that little critter scampered off t-” Before finishing his sentence, Uno heard a noise behind him. He turned around, seeing his pet rabbit scurrying past him, followed closely by a ravenous raccoon. Grenade jumped onto the bench, continuing upwards to the roof of the nearest building. The raccoon crawled up a tree and proceeded onto the same building. “Uh oh, this isn’t good.” Uno said, quickly giving chase, not wanting his furry friend to be harmed.

While Uno searched for the shotgun in the dark, Grenade was fending off the attack from Ricky the raccoon, who followed the gang after they left the village. Unable to cope with the loss of the villagers, he plotted to attack the group at their weakest link, which was the small bunny that stood before him.

Now, my fellow villagers will be avenged! Fear the wrath of Ricky!

The raccoon lunged forward, bearing his tiny claws his furry foe. Grenade jumped up, landing on Ricky’s head. It then pushed off the masked avenger with its mighty legs. Ricky’s head hit the roof, who made a wining noise when it struck. He quickly sprang to his feet, spinning back around to face his enemy. The raccoon attacked again, ramming into the small bunny with his full force. Grenade stumbled backwards from the attack, nearly rolling off the side of the building. Then, Ricky began making a noise that could only be explained as a raccoon’s laughter.

Is this all you’ve got? Grandma Rickelda has more fight than you do!

Not liking being made a fool, Grenade sprang back up to its feet. Its fur was disorientated and it could hardly stand, but it wouldn’t die to a jerk like Ricky.

Oh, you want some more? Fine, you’ll get some!

He sprang forward again, jumping higher to avoid the same result as last time. But Grenade didn’t jump or dodge. Instead, it rolled over to its back. When Ricky closed in, the fighting bunny kicked its legs forward, thrusting them into the raccoons face. He flew backward, with Grenade hopping closely behind. Then the rabbit rammed into Ricky, throwing them both off the side of the roof.

ARG!!!

The fighting animals landed in a nearby bush, breaking their fall. Grenade was the first to jump out, with an injured Ricky following. The raccoon had broke his leg, leaving him with a limp. Frustrated, it began limping away toward the brush. Uno looked onward, still searching for his weapon.

You win this round! But you haven’t seen the last of Ricky the Racco-

Just then, a small game cartridge plunged into Ricky’s skull, killing him instantly. Then Talys emerged from the shadows, pulling out his Pokémon game from the raccoons face. Uno picked up his pet bunny, seeing if it was hurt. He then looked over at Talys as he was wiping off the blood from his game.

“It was super effective, bitch!”