"Gah!" I growled. "COME... OUT!" I kicked angrily at the food machine, demanding for the bag of chips to come out. But the bag of Super Cheesy Crisps obviously wanted to stay in the machine. I gave it another kick before letting out a cry of pain and falling to the ground, clutching my aching paw.
"Better move on." I say to myself, walking away. But then I heard a small thud and spun around to see that the bag of chips had fallen down. Rushing over I grabbed the bag from the chip machine. I felt the bag, and disappointment filled my body as I discovered that the bag was half empty. I decided to stuff the chip in to my bag which was full of random stuff before continuing on my journey.
I walked for a while, and to my disadvantage rain started pouring down. Growling with anger I ran. Hey, I was a fox. Foxes don't do rain; especially my species of fox. I was a fox with gray fur and tinges of orange and white on my belly and legs. My black tail tip dragged in the dirt as I tried to run. I tripped and fell down a hill. My head hit something and the world spun. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I skidded through mud and slick grass, causing my pelt to be covered with the icky earth. "Yuck!" I hissed, shaking myself. But the mud stuck to me like glue, and I trudged on, ignoring the rain pelting at my pelt, soaking me to the skin.
I reached a place where the hill dipped down and there were large houses farther then I could see. A large orange sign stuck up, and I did my best to read it. "It's some kind of neighborhood," I mumble to myself. Well, with humans, there's gotta be food. But you hate humans! a voice in my head objects. But I'm hungry. Those words echoed in my head and I rubbed my empty belly, which snarled for food.
I started down the hill, but the grass was slick here to so I half walked, half fell down the hill. I walked through the neighborhood, scratching at my fur to get out the grass. I was surrounded by tall blue and black houses with all kinds of different cars in front of them. As I padded along I walked by a house that was covered with lights. I found myself crawling under a fence and seeing humans lounging in fancy chairs with shiny things that they put to their 'wazoos' and drank out of.
One of them let out a large scream and I shrunk down. But it wasn't directed towards me; the human that had screamed was wearing this shade-like thing on its head and shaking itself around, letting out large hoots and screams. Another one did the same, and they clinked the shiny things together and chugged them down. I watched, baffled. Once again, a human screamed but I relaxed, knowing it wasn't directed towards me. But this time, it was. I heard a loud krak and then I started to run. Pain coursed through me as I stepped on something shiny. Pain fuzzed my gaze as I ran. I tripped over something and tumbled through a hedge. The spiky twigs raked my pelt and the leaves poked at my face.
Groaning in pain I sprawled on the ground, half in the bush, half out. All I knew was that the pain in my paw and the pain in my whole body was making me wish I had never came in this dangerous neighborhood. Sleep overtook me, and I fell into darkness.