[ WP ] The war no one on Earth could have ever predicted .

'How long have we got Lieutenant?' the ranger asked, his voice raw. 
 
'About 10 minutes if we are lucky. They've been able to locate the bunker and are digging through as we speak.' The lieutenant checked his radar, the dots getting ever closer. 
 
'God bless us and save us.' the ranger replied, turning away from the screen. The threat was bad but he never thought he'd be forced underground by those things. He left the room, traveling through the derelict tunnels to the armoury. Only 5 of his troop remained, the rest devoured by those monsters on the outside. They sat in silence, cradling their guns as they waited for death. 
 
'Are they coming for us?' one of the soldiers whimpered, his eyes boring into the ranger's soul. He took a deep breath. These remaining survivors had seen their friends torn apart by these things. They had seen the true face of the enemy. 
 
'Yes, they are tunneling towards us now. By our estimates, we have ten minutes before they reach us.' 
 
'Do we fight them?' another asked, standing up. She had seen her whole family devoured whilst on a picnic in the park. She was lucky to escape the first skirmish with those creatures. 
 
'We are still alive are n't we? We'll fight to the last man, even if it means beating these things to death with our bare hands.' the ranger replied, trying to crack a smile and adjusting his old hat. The soldiers flinched at the ranger's words, causing bad memories to flood back. 
 
'Sorry I said that but you know what I mean.' 
 
 The remaining soldiers nodded slowly and sunk back into themselves, trying to put their minds off their impending doom. The ranger walked back to the comm room, where the clicks were getting closer. He sat down by the lieutenant and pulled out his pistol. 
 
'Do you ever think it would end like this?' the lieutenant asked, turning towards the weary ranger. 
 
'I thought our world would end in war, but never fighting with these things. Apes maybe, even lemurs at a push but woodland critters? I'd would have thought you were mad.' the ranger replied, cocking his pistol. He hoped he had never had to use this, especially as a simple park ranger but it was his only choice now. 
 
'I remember seeing that footage of the White House being overrun by those rabbits. Hundreds of the bastards just swarming over the place, people being torn apart. It was just horrific.' 
 
'Well, at least we will go down swinging. If I am going to be killed by an armoured racoon, let me at least take down a few of its friends first.' 
 
 The blips got closer and the first moles started to burrow through the concrete walls. Ocelots with revolvers and two battle hardened bears dropped out of the tunnels, raring to destroy their human enemies. The ranger raised his weapon, pointing at one of the bears. A tattered green hat was perched on the bear's head as it roared at the ranger. 
 
'Time to put you down, you basket thief.'
