"Fuck this..." Said the Mouse , while scratching a tumor under his raincoat. No one was around to listen ofcourse , but that never kept him from expressing his opinion. "Every damn time , man! Whenever it rains down this stinking piss , i have to be the one in guard. Me! All the fucking time man , seriously!" He spat , as if he weren't wearing a gas mask. He kept forgeting about that. He wore that thing for so long that it kind of felt like it was his actual face. He even had trouble remembering his own features , at least before the mutations and the swelling took hold of them.
"Yep , i know. That's right. Yes." He agreed with himself. "But..." he started , only to be quickly interupted by , well , himself "Oh no! Don't give me this crap about duty! I have a duty to myself to stay dry when the sky vomits! And you also!" He proclaimed. The rain was getting heavier now , the air's usual sulfuric tinge begun tasting even sourer. It was a merciless thing , this rain, slowly eating away what remained of the world. It's sound drove men crazier than they already were and , sometimes , the amount of rainwater was so overwhelming that it formed small lakes. This is how the undergrownd colonialists died , their safe havens overflowed with toxic water and everyone down there drowned. According to Mouse , it served these selfish bitches right. They cast him away when he was still a kid and for a reason as stupid as killing his brother. He tried to explain it to them but they were too dumb to understand: He only killed his brother's body. His mind was still alive though , living inside his skull. It was a great deal , they only needed half as many rations as they used to! But no one listened. No one ever listened...
"I really hate guard duty , man..."
"Yes. I know. We both do."