Death by Fluff
    I used to really like bunnies. Who wouldn’t? They’re cute and lovable, and also really fluffy. They keep to themselves most of the time, and there’s always plenty of them to go around. However, all of that changed in the year 2015, when a massive epidemic broke out amongst them. There seemed to be no cure as it spread and spread until, eventually, they were all hunted down to prevent further contact with other species, and possible spread.

    No one really managed to explain the sudden disease, or how it came to be until a little over a year afterwards; that’s when the chaos began. You see, the bunnies had all been thought to be dead and buried. One day however, the earth started to shake. People panicked. Not knowing what to do, some getting in their cars, others wondering where to hide or whether to run for higher ground, No one started to run, however, until they came.

    They weren’t fluffy anymore, nor were they adorable. Their skin was hanging off of their bodies by threads, or in some cases completely deteriorated. Some were missing limbs, others oozing goo.

    It has been six months since that day, and only handfuls of us remain, scattered throughout the world, holding up the resistance. Everyone else is gone, and only a few other species remain—the ones the bunnies couldn’t reach.

    My pack knows our end is near. Only three of us remain, and one of us, the leader, is badly injured. But still we would not budge, and we would stand our ground until our last breath was torn from us.

    We smell them coming, their putrid stench wafting through the air currents, telling us the direction from which they came. We were surrounded. We readied ourselves and waited, charging when they were within our sight. Luvine, our injured leader, let out a savage howl before sinking his fangs into the nearest of them. He looked up triumphantly for a second before his expression turned to terror as he was drowned in an onslaught of the zombie bunnies. I let out a howl as I charged, one mighty swing from my paw decapitating two of them at once. The rest of the undead bunnies took notice of this however and changed their course towards me. I grinned, my canine smile glinting with the morning sun’s reflection. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Matish, the last female of our pack, being overtaken, a couple of the bunnies perched upon her snout, trying to gouge her eyes out. I let out another howl of defiance before the sky went dark as I was swarmed, and saw no more.