The Way

White Death

  As you lay there, you hear a slight thudding sound in the distance.

You press your ear to the ground, and you hear it. That is the sound of your impending end.

As you listen the sound gets louder until it grows into a thunderous roar. Pebbles beside you begin to quake.

You raise your head slightly to peer into the horizon. A dust cloud has formed. Your vision gets hazy from the debris swarming around you.

You squint, and you see the first glint of snowy white among the tawny dust.

They have come. Just as you knew they would. The time has come.

You lay down your dreary head. "It is time..." you think to yourself. As you close your eyes they engulf you.

You feel they're soft fur brush against you. Their large feet crashing on you. Their numbers in the thousands.

This is the way you've always wanted to go. You feel your life eb away.

It is done.

Death by bunnies.