Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31073921-20170204171646

Jackson Smith was a very smart man. Was . Yes, ol’ Jackson met his gruesome fate not very long ago, in a cabin somewhere in the wilderness. He was studying the animals near there, because he was an ecologist after all. Jack had always been fascinated with animals, since he was a kid. But anyway, I’m getting sidetracked, and you didn’t come here to learn about Jackson’s life story. Ok, so Jackson was studying the animals in the forest, and saw basicly what he’d expected. There were bears and eagles and squirrels, but he focused mainly on the foxes and rabbits. Everyday, the foxes would charge at the rabbits, and while they retreated they snagged a few of them, then returned to devour their bodies. He kept taking notes on this, until one day he saw something peculiar. There were a few rabbits hunched over a corpse, of a younger rabbit. Its eyes had bulged, and flies flew around it, all while the rabbits stood there in silence. The rabbit was a newborn, and the day before a fox had come a bit clean through its soft belly. Jack watched this, until Max scared them off. Who’s Max? Oh yeah, I forgot, Jack had took his husky, Max, with him. So anyway, Jack brought Max in and settled down for the night.

The next day, Jack watched the rabbits about the time when the foxes came. He watched the first fox charge through, and he saw something odd. The rabbits didn’t scatter, but moved towards the fox. The fox moved ahead and bit one of the rabbits, while the rest piled on him. He tried to shake them off, but they hung on and kept biting. They tipped him over, and slit into his stomach, entering and eating his internal organs. The fox screeched, and slowly slumped over as life slipped from his body. Jack found this disturbing, and decided to stay in for the day.

The next day, Jack went to walk Max and saw that the forest was quiet. He moved on to a clearing and saw a gruesome sight, animals spread out mutilated throughout the plain. There were birds, squirrels, foxes, everything. He saw rabbits, ripping the flesh off of the victims, even eating their own dead. Max barked at them, and they turned away from the carcasses looking at Max and Jack. They charged, and Jack sprinted back to his house with the resisting Max, who was still barking at the rabbits and pulling towards them. Eventually, Max broke free of Jack’s grasp and charged at the rabbits. Jack screamed for him, but it was too late. The rabbits piled onto him, ripping off chunks of flesh and fur. Max howled, and tried to turn back, but was being pinned down by the rabbits. Blood spewed, and Jack watched in horror as a rabbit bit into one of Max’s eyes. Jack ran into his house, and after a few seconds heard the howling get softer and eventually stop. He sat on his bed sobbed.

All through the night he heard crunching and skittering outside. He held his rifle, which he had cautiously packed, closely to his chest, sitting on his bunk. And that was the end of Jacky boy. What? What happened to him? Well, eventually the rabbits broke in, and he picked off a few before running out. Time was up for him, and he went to a clearing and blew his brains out. It sure did save him a lot of pain, and the rabbits shoveled down his brains during the whole night. Oh, and before you ask the rabbits are still there, advancing on to gain more food. Well anyway, It’s getting late, you should head back, but be careful in the dark. I’ll still be here all night though, just waiting. Just waiting...  