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The freezer door peeled open like a sardine can. And in the doorway, silhouetted against the burning gas station, stood the Bunny. Its fur was now soaking red. Its good eye reflected the fire. And in its blade-paws, it held Derek’s severed head like a snow globe.
“It hates light,” he said. “The lab report I saw on my phone before we lost signal. It’s photoreactive. The UNRATED cut means no one survives. But maybe we can blind it.” Bunny.The.Killer.Thing.2015.UNRATED.720p.BluRay...
They ran. Casey tripped over a fuel hose. The Bunny was on her in a blur of rotten cotton and spinning steel. It didn’t kill her. It unraveled her. A single, precise slice up the back of her gown, and then it began to pull. Not flesh. Threads . As if she were a doll. She screamed until her mouth became a zipper. The freezer door peeled open like a sardine can
The gas station was called “Last Hop,” and it sat like a rusty tin can at the base of Switchback Ridge. Inside, a single fluorescent tube buzzed over a rack of beef jerky and a cooler of flat soda. Its good eye reflected the fire
The Bunny sat on the roof, one blade-paw cleaning its remaining ear. It looked up at the stars, sighed a tiny, velveteen sigh, and whispered to no one:
It was the size of a fire hydrant. Velveteen fur, once white, now the color of dishwater and rust. One glass eye was cracked, the other was a pupil-less, wet black marble. Its ears were long, floppy, and matted with something that shimmered like motor oil. In its paws—no, not paws. Stumps . Metal stumps with rotating blades, like the business end of a Cuisinart—it clutched a stuffed carrot. The carrot had teeth.