Exiled hamster - part 2

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The doorway opens and several more spear wielding Huzard's burst out. White Wolf's head snaps up, eyes going wide in startlement as he as spots the reinforcements headed his way. He quickly disengages from the grappling Huzard, leaping five times his length away down the corridor while shouting "So much for fraternizing with the natives - Emergency exit protocol stage left!" with several spears and Huzards in hot pursuit.
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The rotund hamsters feet pound down the corridor as several Huzards wielding spear give pursuit. The wounded one quickly gets up and follows while yelling, "I'm going to kill that bloody fuzzball!"

<First day in exile and I'm being hunted by a bunch of English speaking lizard folk. Just ain't my day is it?> Thought White Wolf as he scampered away as fast as he could through the long dusty hallway while in search of some means of quick escape.

After a few moments of running, the huge hamster comes upon a heavily rusted walkway that normally would have crossed what appears to be a deep chasm, but about twelve feet of it is now completely rusted away to open air between sides.

<Maybe this will let me get away>, Thinks White Wolf as he handily jumps the open space across the walkway to the other side.

The Huzards pause on the walkway, glancing down first, then up at the other side where the over-sized hamster had turned to watch them. The wounded one in back motions forward and growls, "What are you waiting for, get 'em!".

The lead Huzard shrugs then leaps. It crashes onto the very edge, barely holding on with it's arms. The next Huzard jumps and catches on to that one and quickly scrambles over him onto the walkway as the next Huzard in line leapt, urged on by the others.

"Aw crap!" mutters White Wolf as he spins around and takes off at a run again. One of the Huzards falls into the chasm, letting out a blood curdling scream, but the Huzards that made over quickly continue after the hamster without a seconds pause for their fallen companion.

White Wolf rapidly comes to a pile of debris cluttering up the corridor and yells "No! I can't be trapped now!". He climbs to the top of the pile and claws his way through to the other side. As he tumbles down the side he hears a sound from above, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEE!". Pausing, he thinks, <sounds familiar>. Then the sounds of the first Huzard struggling through the hole at the top of the debris pile makes him snap out of his thoughts. The Tawny furred hamster blitzes off again.

After another few moments, White Wolf stops, and leaning on the wall while breathing heavily, "I... shouldn't... have... volunteered... for.. the... Hundred... mile... dash... first... in... the Morning!". The Huzards start to catch up, and the hamster huffs off quickly once more again. Then he spots a closed hatchway up above ahead of him, and he quickly made for it.

Leaping upward, he grabs a hold of the access wheel and tries spinning it. It wouldn't budge. The huge hamsters eyes widen in dismay. <It must be stuck> he thinks, as he plants his lower feet on the door, standing upside down and wrenching at the wheel with all his might.

The Huzards almost upon him, the wheel gives a low squeal as it is slowly turned. The lead Huzard stops and quickly draws back it's arm to stab him with it's spear from underneath. Then, door suddenly gives and swings open with the hamster clinging to it.

With resounding crunch, a seemingly never ending pile of brown objects the size of bowling balls come tumbling out, smothering the group of Huzards gathering below the hatchway. White Wolf jumps off and away from hatchway as the rapidly expanding pile of brown spheres rolling every which way piles higher, slowly blocking the hallway all the way up to the ceiling.

After a few moments, the mini-avalanche comes to a halt. White Wolf standing on two legs once again, bends over, picks up one of the big brown "bowling balls" and gives it a sniff before quickly dropping it exclaiming, "Ewww, What a way to buy it. Death by dung!".

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Much and several empty dusty rooms later...

"Why couldn't that hatchway have lead to hamster kibble or something more appetizing?" disgustedly mutters the bulky Hamster rummaging through the garbage of another busted crate in what he had hoped was a store room, "It's almost as if this entire place has been methodically picked clean of anything a hamster could eat or use!"

White Wolf's ears pricked up as he heard distant reptilian voices outside down the corridor.

"Kill this one. We can capture the others later to sacrifice to the God-King." Says one.

"Right boss." Says the other, followed by a loud shriek.

The large hamster grabs a large piece of wood, stealthily creeps over to the door, peeks out and seeing two Huzards standing over gory and dead, human sized gerbil.

"Why you bloody bastards!" Furiously screams the outsized hamster leaping out brandishing the wood about with several fast, powerful blows to both of the startled reptilians. The first Huzard is quickly dispatched with round house swing through it's attempt to block with it's spear, ending with sickening smack sound while crushing it's skull between wood & wall as the hamster breaks the wood club he's brandishing.

The second fumbles and drops it's spear in surprise, which White Wolf quickly releases the broken end of his club, and uses his lower right paw to lift up the spear to his upper two claws and transfixes the remaining Huzard with such angry force that the spear shaft shatters into splinters. For several moments, the rotund hamster simply pummels the dead Huzard bodies before his raged filled head clears. He sits down, picks up the two spear heads, and mutters toward the dead gerbil "Sorry about this buddy, But survival of the fittest you know." and begins cutting the bodies.

Several hours later, White Wolf had two primitive, but serviceable daggers wood hilted & wrapped with some sinew, along with several drying filets of lizard meat over a small controlled cooking fire, a small pouch with several strips of sinew line in it and the gerbil sewed up in most of the remaining two lizard skins in a crude makeshift burial sack.

<Almost done. Just need to pack up this dried out lizard meat, then I should be able to start scent tracking the trail of these things back to their encampment and maybe do some scouting them out for some lite guerrilla warfare.> Thinks the portly hamster.

[To Be Continued. Will he make it to the arboretum for some rodentia revenge, or stumble upon Jay, Seymour, Cassandra, Alfredo & Alex first? ]