Vermin come in all shapes and sizes...
Some could be quite large, while others could be small.
Some ate and grazed in the green fields, while others invaded human dwelling to feed off their filth and trash.
Some were beautiful little creatures... And others are simply just pests.
The question, Cain had to ask himself, was at what stage does a regular past stop being a pest, but a problem?
It was strange...
Staring at this huge creature with the mottled fur and disgusting pus leaking from the blisters on its flesh, he was filled with such trepidation and disgust.
However, these feelings didn't come from fear. Instead, they came from the overwhelming urge to kill. Like seeing a nasty, flying bug, and having the urge to smack it into pieces.
That was how he felt.
'I really do hate rodents, huh...'