The Rat in The Raincoat

Chapter 7

We know the drill by now human rat

Art of Frost by: DogInATuxedo!

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Soon after leaving the elevator, the three rats found themselves in an air duct, a pulley system above them with rows of meat hooks carrying wrapped up slabs of meat.

Frost crinkled his nose, his red eyes narrowing as he watched blood drip down from one of them as it passed by. Some of the meat smelt rancid, making his shake his head with disgust.

Patch and Trinket stood ahead of him, his (ughhh) 'cousin'... Trinket's soft plush fur a whisker length away from the runty white and black rat. "If we get on a hook, we can go where ever the meat is being taken to. I'm go first in case there's any danger."

Patch scampered to a sack of meat that had fallen off, climbing onto it. Blood made the paper gushy and wet, and Frost noticed how the male's ears went back in discomfort. Trinket followed behind him, but stopped in front of the bag.

Frost knew she hated getting dirty, whether it be just a sudden fling of dirt on her or the slightest bit of dust on her, she'd spent an unfathomable amount of time cleaning herself.

A silver hook rocked back and forth as it went down the air duct. Once it was close enough, Patch jumped and grabbed onto it, his hind paws and tail dangling below him.

"Be careful," Trinket muttered, waiting for the next hook to jump onto. Patch was carried away, leaving Frost with the small tan rat. His ears pinned back. He could easily take her out right now.

No, no... she wasn't the one he had to get rid of.

Frost walked to the nasty stepping stool, watching Trinket jump and be carried off by a hook.

He soon joined them, catching his own and followed them upwards. He clung onto the metal, the wind whistling from a large fan somewhere in the boat below them.

Frost looked below as the hook carried him throw a hole in the wall, seeing a large pile of meat sloping down. The small figures of Trinket and Patch being seen from above. Patch looked up, before flicking his tail to Trinket, as thought dismissing something.

'If he tells her, I'm not gonna have much choice in my actions."

Frost let go, falling down to the meat below, landing on the disgustingly squishy, bloody paper. His underbelly was wet and stained slightly.

"Gross," he muttered, wiping off his fur. The other two started ventured further in, Trinket seeming to be resisting the urge to just get the nasty, drying blood off of her fur.

"Come on, there's a door this way, I can see light!" she called back. Frost craned his neck to see, spotting the small light up ahead Trinket talked about.

Patch hurried after her as Frost scaled down the meaty mountain, following after them. There were a large amount of carts in the next room, cold radiating off of them as the three passed by.

They slipped under all the carts, the sound of other rats greeting their sensitive ears. Trinket slowed down, calling the other two over with a flick of her tail.

Frost crept to her side, his red eyes watching what was ahead of them. Two rats stood, both males, one a brown rat with a darker hood and a marbled silver.

"Man, I never thought they'd leave us alone-- I mean, did you see the way Wrecker threw that pot at me?" The brown rat said, his large ears pinned back as he spoke.