PART ELEVEN: FIGHT

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As Travis was going to pick up a piece of bacon to feed to Charley, a stampede of footsteps came to the room. They all had guns and smug looks, as if they cloned each other. Travis dropped the bacon onto the floor, which Charley was quick to snatch, before speaking. "What is it with you guys? I want to be left alone. I was really having a good day for the first time in forever until you showed up and ruined it. Whatever you do, don't hurt Charley. He did nothing wrong, and neither did I. Remember the good old days when beef burgers and hard work were actually a thing? Those two things used to keep America thriving, more than just surviving. You know it don't make sense. Without people like me, you wouldn't be here. Don't you forget what made you. Don't you forget where you came from!" Travis' booming voice frightened some of the soldiers. In a fit of rage, he grabbed a nearby kitchen knife and threw it at Hugh, hitting him square in the head. Charley ran underneath a table and hid while Travis' rage fit continued. Travis took them all on, swinging and kicking with might. Of course bullets were flying and Travis was wounded, but within the chaos, half of the soldiers wiped themselves out due to friendly fire. The only reason they had not killed Travis when he took Hugh's life is because they had never seen anything so graphic. In the heat of the moment, the new soldiers who had never seen any action forgot how to defend themselves. It was soon over, with Travis winning miraculously against 30 new soldiers with guns. Charley came out from the table and licked Travis, for he knew his human had killed for the right reason. Those new soldiers had a job to take out Travis, but he resented and knocked them out.

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