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love in the time of rat

By laurat

You leave the house, basket in hand, and enter the woods near your house. While plucking some berries off a bush you hear a stick snap. "Who's there?" you call out. A man emerges from behind a tree. In his hand he holds a can of beer, his eyes look bloodshot and his jacket looks tattered. He speaks but his voice is raspy and you can't understand him. "What?" you ask. 
"I need your help," he repeats.