A Truck came up to the lookers, Eddy got out looking angry he rushed over towards his mate, the others tried to stop him but he dismissed them pushing past, asking if they had called for the ambulance. The rats had seen him coming, they stood in ambush, a couple did, Eddy pushed them away, come on mate he said helping Jim. Jim wasn't dead, far from it, he had fainted because of the pain, the rats had inflicted upon him from biting so viciously. Eddy managed to get Jim standing with rats attacking, several had got a firm hold of Eddy's arms and shoulder, but it didn't stop him, like the hulk he kept moving, helping Jim whilst pulling vermin off.
The onlookers stood, just thinking and watching, as the men got closer, sirens could now be heard as the ambulance was approaching. Both men were now bleeding profusely, struggling to walk, the others finally stepped forward realising they had to help. When they all reached a safer distance Jim was laid down, Eddy sat breathing a sigh of relief. An ambulance pulled up, paramedics jumped out, they immediately gave oxygen to Jim, and they then carefully put him onto a stretcher, when both men were in the ambulance their wounds were dressed and morphine given. Jim had lost an awful amount of blood and his breathing was shallow , they had to get him to hospital as soon as possible, Eddy jumped out saying he had an idea and needed to go home. The paramedics tried to stop him, failing.
One of chickens saw an excuse to get away so offered to give Eddy a lift to his home. Once there he went to his garage and pulled out his Suzuki bandit, put on all his motorbike gear, right you rat bastards, you will not get me now, with his helmet fastened his engine struck up he grabbed his baseball bat maliciously. He put it in gear, engine roaring he zoomed off back to the work site. Everyone else were hovering waiting, wondering what's best to be done, Eddys roaring engine coming up behind them made some jump, it went past and parked up near the Jims JCB, Eddy got off it and walked towatds it, rats around didn't bother him, he had a mission he wanted to complete no matter what.
Eddy went up to the digger, then it was as if it was a race start, on your marks, get set go.... Rats appeared from everywhere, and like athletes they ran and jumped, as they got closer Eddy swung his baseball bat round knocking them flying, only for them to jump back up, joining the others and crawling up his legs, Eddy was like a wild man hitting with his bat aggressively, stamping hard, needing wanting them to all die. The rats couldn't get there teeth through his leather bike gear, so were causing no pain, but the gear was like an oven to him, sweat was pouring. He was determined to win, remembering what his goal was, he climbed up into the JCB, keys were still in the ignition, so he started it up, hitting the odd rat with his fist. It ran like a dream, moving away from its nightmare.
