As you walk through the city street there's something that you may not know. What's going on under your feet only metres down below.
Life is multiplying fast, migrating sometimes up above, to forage through your garbage bags gathering the free food that we all love.
We carry with us little friends that pack a really powerful punch and there's nothing they appreciate more than human blood for their lunch.
With the lesson of the past forgotten by you humans up above where millions died because of filth and everyone lost someone they'd loved.
Yet still you throw away your waste, you leave it lying on the street. Disease is on it's way to you you from little forager under your feet.
Call this disease what err you will. Black-death, the pox but it's on its way and all because you can't be bothered but in the end it's you who'll pay.
In the meantime we will breed en-mass, our babies growing, getting fat and all can deliver to you this fate. I really do love being a Rat.