She came to the end of the corridor she had been chased down with the mouser in tow. Her little companion still clinging onto her shoulder, she stops and screamed “NO!” beating he fist against the damp brick wall. The rat on her shoulder turning to keep an eye on the approaching mousers. Angel bent down and picked up a discarded board off the slimy pavement of the sewer floor and turned to face her pursuers head on. The mouser grouped together advancing their position on her as she backed up slowly. A lone mouser leapt towards her; she swung the board striking it like a baseball. The mouser went flying down the tunnel, she could hear the clang of the mouser’s metal body contacting a hard surface. The others soon followed suite, one by one leaping through the air, she kept swinging and hitting most but not all. Several of the mousers landed at her feet knocking her over. The onslaught continued as more of them seemed to come out of nowhere. she was exhausting herself, but she would not give up.

Angel held the mousers off as long as she could, kick and bashing many of them. She was starting to tire out more, and the metal munching machines kept coming out of nowhere. Two them had latched on to her shoes, yanking and jerking like a violent animal. Angel kicked and thrashed trying to remove her feet from their metal beaks, her shoes loosened from her feet allowing the machines to remove them. Another mouser moved in for her socked feet, she kicked at it trying to keep it from attacking, but her heel caught the sharp end of its beak. The mouser backed up dragging the attached sock back with it. Another mouser had snuck up on her left side and had proceeded to munch on her pant leg. The poor little lab rat hid behind Angel helpless to do anything but watch.

What could possibly happen next?

Sorry for this crap story, my dyslexia keeps me from writing stuff like this.