*Fast forward a century*
It was a largish American city, or it had been.
Now it was rubble, ash, and smoking leftovers.
Strange humanoid shapes moved about in the darkness, sounds similar to snuffles, honks, and chortles were heard.
A frightened human, hiding in an alleyway, tried to make his way across the street without being seen.
He was roughly halfway across when he heard the telltale sound that he’d been spotted.
*Thump*
It was a foot thumping against the ground.
It was answered by a chorus of responding thumps from, much to his horror, all around him.
Figures leaped from nearby windows, some piled out from doorways, all of them a strange variation of a theme.
Bipedal, far faster than he, and with a curious hop to their stride.
Screaming in fear, he turned towards what he thought was at least a chance of escape.
A series of snorts signaled to others where he was heading.
Oddly, the figures weren’t catching up to him, it was almost as if he were being herded towards something.
*WUFF!*
That something was larger than the rest, armored, and had just bowled him over.
The helmet slowly came off to reveal
The angry face of a rabbit.
Alas poor Elmer. He’ll never sing, “Kill da Wabbit!” again.
ooooh,
The armoured battle Bunny of Doom.
Ping to 3310 and 3318.
Country songs don’t have rabbit apocalypses.