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The very first time Gerry had met Fern was a few years back, when she'd finally been brought into the lab, deemed ready by THEM, and they became friends almost instantly. She always kept the collective in a good mood, brought them news from other parts of the lab and kept them company, trying to keep their spirits up best she could. But what the collective didn't know was that as she grew older, as she saw more and became more involved, namely against her own wishes, she couldn't keep that facade up any longer. Things weren't good. THEY weren't good. And now...now that she'd nearly killed Kevin and had been essentially exiled by the collective, she figured she was no longer good as well.

That's the one thing Dodger hadn't counted on...the need for redemption. See, when she wasn't in the lab, she spent most of her time with the other dogs in their wing, which just so happened to be where the collective fell through to. Unfortunately, she wasn't feeling too keen on helping those who'd so quickly turned against her after all that time. Meanwhile, Dodger and Lorna sat perched on a tree branch, right at the forest line, watching back at the lab. The breeze wafted through Dodgers fur, blowing his whiskers back. He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply.

"God it feels good to be outside," he said.

"And what of the others?" Lorna asked, "You have no problems leaving the rabbits behind?"

"...it was a hard decision, and I didn't enjoy making it. I'm not cold hearted, Lorna, I'm just doing what I need to to survive. I feel bad for them, and I feel bad that this has to happen this way, but I would've died as well if I had stayed in there. It was either them or me. Survival of the fittest."

"Seems the ones who cling to the survival of the fittest mindset are often the ones who find themselves surviving."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dodger asked, glaring at her.

"Just a thought," she replied, "I'll be on my way now. Try not to get into too much trouble."

"Thanks for everything Lorna," Dodger said, and she cawed, flapped her wings and flew off into the woods. Dodger stayed on the branch a little while longer, thinking back to Gerry and all the time they'd spent together. All the kind things Gerry had said about him. How he'd called Dodger a hero. Hero...yeah right. Dodger didn't want to become the villain, but often times it's the villains who are willing to do anything they must to survive. After a few minutes, he headed down the tree and off into the woods himself, never to look back.

The collective, however, could not be so relaxed. Surrounded by snarling dogs, used by a mouse and left for dead, Gerry felt he'd done nothing but lead the ones he loved into their untimely demise. He looked at Six, who put her ears back and glared at him.

"What?" Gerry asked.

"You never once questioned him," she said, "You just always took him at face value. You believed every single thing he told you. He used you, Gerry, and you used us!"

"I did what I thought was right! What was best for all of us, Six, and not just myself! I am NOT Dodger!" Gerry shouted back, as a dog snapped at him, forcing him to bound to the side very quickly to avoid it's jaws clamping down around his throat. The dog advanced slowly, two others beside him, as they surrounded Gerry, separating him from the others and backing him up against a wall, pinning him there. He didn't want it to end this way. He only wanted to help, he only ever wanted to save them...but maybe this is what he deserved. He'd failed. Maybe Six had been right all along, that escape and freedom was not an option for them. He squeezed his eyes tight, ready for whatever came next, and when he opened them he found Fern standing between the dog and himself.

"Leave them alone, Richards," she said, baring her own teeth.

"The mouse promised us a meal, so if you're not part of the deal, just leave now," the doberman, Richards snapped back, "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm not going to let you hurt my friends," Fern said, and the doberman snarled angrily, drool running down his jowls. He narrowed his eyes and opened his jaws, just as a fluff of white fell onto his head from above, biting his ears. As he howled, Kevin bit hard into Richards ears, tearing them up quite good. Fern looked to Gerry and motioned to the door.

"Come with me, we can get out this way!" she said, and the collective, including the group Kevin had been leading who'd now followed him through the hole in the vent, followed her out into the main hall. Just as the last rabbit hopped by, Fern looked back and saw Kevins metal leg get snapped by Richards jaws, and then he tossed him violently across the room, into the wall. He approached Kevin, opening his jaws once again, as Fern leapt at him, snapping and yelping. Gerry looked at Six.

"Six, take everyone back to the lab, alright, get back into your cages, I will be right behind you. I need to get Kevin!" he said, before turning and bounding back into the room. Gerry saddled right up beside Kevin and nudged him with his nose.

"G...Gerald?" Kevin asked wearily, "Where's...Dodger? What happened?"

"He betrayed us. He was only ever using us so he could escape," Gerry said, "He fooled me, I'm so sorry Kevin. Can you get up? Can you walk?"

"Gerry, move!" Kevin yelled, using his real back leg to kick him away as Richards snapped at where Gerry had just been. Richards turned and looked at Kevin, snarling, seemingly beyond angry and hungry at the same time. He opened his jaws just as Fern closed her teeth around his front right leg. He yelped for a moment, turned and sunk his teeth into her neck. Kevin stared, disbelief in his eyes, as Fern sunk to the floor. Richards backed away, huffing and puffing, as he looked at the rabbits, then at Ferns body, turned tail and ran with the other dogs out the door and down the hall, presumably to get the attention of the scientists outside. Kevin crawled over to Fern, tickling her face with his whiskers. Her eyes fluttered open, her fur on her neck stained with an outpour of blood that seeped slowly onto the floor around them.

"Oh my god, this is all my fault," Kevin said, "You should've left me, you should've...after what I said about you, after what I accused you of. We all turned on you, because of me, and...you still protected me. You should've left with the rabbits."

"This isn't your fault," Gerry said, approaching them, "This is Dodgers. He's the one who really made the accusations. He's the one who put us down here. He's the one who left us behind. Everything that has gone wrong today is on his paws. He will have to pay for it all."

"He's gone," Kevin said, "How do you expect him to pay for anything?!"

"Guys," Fern said, wheezing, her eyes barely staying open, "Fight later. Stay together now. You have to get back to your wing before THEY come back, or else everything will really crumble, ok? Gerry, you're not to blame. He deceived you like he deceived everyone. He's a liar, and it will catch up with him sooner or later, I guarantee it. And Kevin...you're a hero. Without your help, or your distractions, I would've died anyway and so would've the rabbits. All your friends would be gone. You saved us."

"I'm so sorry Fern," Kevin said, crying, burying his face into her fur, her blood staining his own fur.

"Go," Fern said, and Kevin nodded, hopping out of the room. Gerry looked at Fern, and she looked him right in the eyes, "Gerry...you keep everyone in line. You will escape this place, ok? I promise you. I don't know how you'll do it, but you will. Make sure Kevin stays sane, and make sure everyone stays civil. I believe in you. I believe in all of you."

"...thank you Fern," Gerry said, "Goodbye."

He turned and hopped along out the door. As Fern watched him leave, her eyesight growing ever dimmer, her breathing ever shallower, she couldn't have thought of a better reason to die. In her mind, she'd undid all the horrors THEY had made her do with one simple action. Fern finally felt a purpose.

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That night, after everyone quieted down and THEY left for the evening, Gerry found himself sitting alone. He was out of his cage, something he knew how to do full well now thanks to Dodger. At least he'd gotten something out of that partnership. He was standing on the edge of the lab counter, looking out at the equipment and whatnot that THEY used on them. All the tools that had been left out. He turned to see Kevin coming up beside him.

"...this was all pointless," Kevin whispered, "It all meant nothing."

"Don't say that. That means Fern died in vain, and I'm not going to believe that for a second," Gerry said.

"Look at us, Gerald, we're in the same position we were before all of this started, except now we don't even have a mouse lying to us," Kevin said.

"It wasn't for nothing because now we know we must rely on ourselves. We alone have to escape. No outside help, no mice, no birds, nothing. Just us. Just rabbits. I look at these tools, all these things they use on us every day, all these things they test on us every day, and I see the irony in it now. They're doing this to help their own. To save their own. To protect their own. But they don't care about ripping apart our lives. We're not that different, us and THEM. We each have families, feelings, emotions, friends, memories, children. They don't ever think about that though. They only think about themselves. Science is selfish. It isn't helping everyone if 'everyone' only constitutes your own species," Gerry said.

"...I guess that's true," Kevin said, "...so what do we do now?"

"I don't know," Gerry said, "But I can tell you one thing, Kevin, that I do know for sure. We might get out of here. It's too soon to tell and I'm too tired to think about it at the moment, but it might happen. And if it happens, we might end up in that forest. And if we end up in that forest, we might find Dodger."

"Find him? Why the...after what he did, why would you want to find him?" Kevin asked as Gerry started hopping back to his crate to sleep. He stopped, lowered his ears and looked over his shoulder.

"Because if and when we do find Dodger...I'm going to kill him," Gerry said.
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"Gerry," Dodger asked, sitting and nibbling on a sunflower seed, just the two of them face to face while Six kept the others a few feet away, "did I ever tell you how I ended up in here?"

"I don't think so, though I might have a hard time caring," Gerry said flatly, picturing in his mind the whole time he spoke Dodger choking on his food. Dodger spit the shell onto the ground and started eating the seed, breaking it in half and tossing the other half to Gerry, who merely ignored it as it landed in front of him.

"Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway, while we have some time left. I came here of my own free will. I mean, not necessarily to be tested on because who's that sadistic, am I right? But I came here for something else. My family didn't live too far away from here. We'd seen the building dozens of times. My mate and I, we even told our babies not to go near it when they saw it. Turns out they didn't have to go near it. The people from it came near us. THEY came to get some rats for tests, and I wasn't at the burrow when they came. They took my mate, and our kids, and brought them here. I knew what had happened, it was so clearly obvious, so I made it my mission to come here and save them."

"Is this supposed to make me empathize with you? You lied to all of us!" Gerry said through his teeth, his ears entirely back now.

"Gerry, let me finish, alright? I have to confess what I've done before I go," Dodger said, "So I came here, snuck in, was able to stay hidden for a good while before anyone ever saw me. Eventually they put down traps to catch the rogue mouse they saw but...eh...traps are easy to avoid, especially if you're determined, like I was. I found them. I found my family. They were where all the mice are, in their own little glass cage, but I couldn't get into it. It was airtight. Still, I watched them, and I spoke to them when I could, and let them know I'd get them out of here. That's why I understood you, because I was once like you. The difference is these rabbits aren't your family. Friends aren't family."

"You're wrong, the...the collective and I, we are family," Gerry said, "We look out for one another, and we care about one another. You've seen that firsthand!"

"Yeah, because you're each the means to an end. That end being escape and freedom. But let me ask you this, if you could leave with me right now, just you and me, would you go? Be honest, it's just us talking, they can't hear us right now. Tell me the truth, would you come with me? These rabbits, they aren't related to you or anything. They're just other rabbits you only happen to know because you're in here with them, incarcerated, trapped like...well, like rats, appropriately enough."

Gerry looked at the collective for a moment, and thought. He watched Six talking to a mom and her bunny, trying to reassure them that things would be okay and to stay strong and brave. He looked at Doug, and he thought of Kevin. Could he honestly leave Kevin? Kevin was his friend, maybe even his best friend, and how could he just turn his back on them? Gerry looked back to Dodger, his brow furrowed.

"Of course I wouldn't," Gerry said, "They need me."

"If you're honestly lying to yourself that Six or Kevin or anyone else would ever dare to even blink twice at the idea of saving you or escaping themselves, you're wrong," Dodger said, "That's where we're different, Gerald, because I want freedom, and you want recognition. That's what'll get you killed in the end, I guarantee it. I can promise you escape right now, but it can only be us. What do you say?"

Gerry looked at Dodger, a fire burning in his eyes, and he for once found words caught in his throat.

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Kevin didn't know what to do. Gerald nor Dodger hadn't informed him of any sort of backup plan, or what to tell the others in case this fell through. He hopped, pacing back and forth in front of the vent, completely unsure of how to handle the situation, while Two dealt with the murmurs from their group. Finally, Four came up beside Kevin and nudged him with her nose.

"Um," she started, sounding nervous, "...the others are getting curious."

"I...I don't know what to do, Four," Kevin said, "I...I'm not a leader, I told Gerry I wasn't a leader, and now everyone's going to blame me, and-"

"No, they'll blame Gerry. Nobody will blame you, and if they do, I'll tell them how they're wrong," Four said, as Kevin finally stopped hopping and let his ears flop down on the sides of his face, as he lay down, staring out the vent. Four took the same position and sighed.

"...I failed," Kevin said, tears brimming in her eyes, "We came so far, and we got this close, and I failed."

"You didn't fail. For some reason there's no string and...and something has gone wrong, but none of that is your fault. You were just picked to lead us here. You didn't fail," Four said.

"Four, I-"

"My name is Ellen," Four said, and Kevin looked at her as she started to tear up herself, "My name is Ellen, not Four. That's what THEY call me. Nobody knows my real name. The Special Seven, we've all hid behind our monikers our entire time, but I'm trusting you enough to tell you that my name is Ellen. I don't know what happened to you, Kevin, prior to being in this facility, but I can tell you what happened to me. I was once the best friend of an old woman. I was her sole companion. She took wonderful care of me, and we spent so much time together. Then, one day, while preparing my food, she slipped on the kitchen floor and slammed her head on the counter and laid there dying, all while I was stuck in the cage and couldn't help her. Eventually, someone came days later, found her dead, and called her son, who took me and sold me to someone else who worked here, looking for lab rabbits. I didn't fail her though. Even if I could've gotten out, there wasn't anything I could've done. I was just there when it happened. You're just here when it happened, Kevin. Trust me, you're not a failure."

Kevin looked at her for a few moments, how the warm sunlight caught on her eyes, and he curled up next to her, crying. Four just laid her head against his and wiggled her whiskers.

"It's alright," she said, "I've got you. I'm here for you."

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"So," Gerry said, "What happened to your family? If they're why you're here, then where are they, or did you make that up too, you lying piece of-"

"Oh, they were here. They aren't now. THEY killed them. Worked them to the bone. My mate eventually couldn't take it, she started to crack from all the pressure, and all the tests," Dodger said, finishing his seed and wiping his paws, looking out the vent at the treeline, his tone lowering, "...I came by one morning to see them, to check in, and she'd killed the kids, eaten them in the night, and then laid down in a corner and died."

"...holy shit," Gerry said, "I'm...I'm so sorry."

"See, that's what I was saying. Even with what I'm doing, you still care about me," Dodger said, "...when I heard you talking about escaping, I just knew that I wanted in on it, but that I couldn't get out on my own. I needed a distraction."

"Distraction? What are you, but we're in here...how is that a distraction?" Gerry asked, and Dodger shrugged as he stood up and pulled his little makeshift pack over his shoulder, then looked out the vent at the scientists gathered on the grass, ready to release the birds. Dodger walked back to Gerry and patted his shoulder.

"Come with me," he said, as he headed back towards the other rabbits in the vent, Gerry following right beside him, "You know, you learn a lot if you listen, being in a lab. For instance, that if something has enough mass inside of it, and it's not well constructed, then it won't hold. You understand that now?"

Gerry heard a sound wholly unfamiliar to him, and he looked around. All the rabbits started looking around, as Dodger caught his eye. The vent started to shake, and began to collapse behind them, all the rabbits sliding backwards down the metal until they fell out with the collapsing vent. Gerry looked at Six as she started to slide, and then back at Dodger. He snarled and began chasing Dodger up the remaining vent, his paws slipping on the metal as gravity worked against him. The birds made their glorious entrance into the sky, and began to fly away, except for Lorna, who landed on the ledge of the building, right outside the vent, cawing at them. Dodged grabbed onto her leg, and looked back at Gerry as he tried his hardest not to slide backwards. For one split second, their eyes met again, and their entire partnership flashed before his eyes. Since that night he'd first snuck in, to the time they'd watched Kevin have his leg ripped off, to being stuck in the house and needing to escape from the kid...and all this time he'd been using them.

"I'm sorry Gerry!" Dodger called back, his voice growing ever distant as Lorna flapped her way towards the trees, "I'm really, really sorry!"

And then Gerry fell. When he opened his eyes, he groaned and looked around, his eyesight blurry at first. Six was beside him, and Doug was only barely regaining consciousness. Gerry could still hear Dodgers last words echoing in his head, and he looked at Six.

"Where did we fall into?" Gerry asked, and Six nodded towards something. Gerry spun his vision around, noticing the half dozen of snarling dogs surrounding them. Gerry felt his breath catch in his throat. All he could see in his mind was Dodger flying into the distance. Six and Doug got closer to Gerry, as he finally realized it. Dodger hadn't just meant to leave them behind.

He'd meant to kill them.
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Gerry was asleep when it felt the first one hit him right between the eyes. He shook a little, opened one eye and looked around. He could see Dodger standing on the table, tossing sunflower seed shells at his face. Gerry opened his other eye as Dodger raced up to the front of the cage.

"What's going on?" he asked, and Dodger started to unlock the cage door.

"Come with me, I want you to see something," he said, as the cage door fell open, and Gerry started to softly walk out onto the table. Just as they approached a makeshift staircase Dodger had built out of other, small cages he'd pushed together leading up to the air vent he usually came in through, they heard another voice.

"Gerald?" Kevin had asked groggily, "I heard the door open. What's going on? Where are you going?"

"We're just going to see something, I'll be right-"

"I think it's better if he sees it too, actually," Dodger said, "It might benefit our plans."

With that, Dodger hopped off the table, scurried hurriedly across the floor and up the leg of the other table where he opened the front of Kevins cage as well, and then led him back to Gerry. They followed Dodger up the cage staircase and into the air vents. Dodger looked over his shoulder as they started crawling, and said, "Sorry it's a bit cramped."

"Where are we going?" Kevin asked.

"To the aviary section," Dodger said, "Because this isn't going to work without them."

"The birds?" Gerry asked, a bit surprised, "You've recruited the birds?"

"The birds are the glue that's gonna hold this whole thing together," Dodger said, "Trust me, this is a necessary final step in the plan. Once this is done, you just have to follow me and we'll be out of here in no time flat. THEY will never know what hit 'em."

They stopped as Dodger sniffed the air for a moment, standing on his hind legs, and then looked at a corner of the vent, and continued on. They got to the aviary section, and could see all the birds in all their cages, fast asleep. Dodger quietly pulled the air vent grate away and left it in the vent as they hurried down yet another makeshift staircase (it appeared Dodger had been quite busy as of late, a thing Gerry found admirable) and onto a table among a dozen or so bird cages. Dodger walked up to the furthest one, in the back corner of the table, and stood on his hind legs again.

"I'm back," he whispered, "and I brought them."

A crow unfurled her wings and slowly rose, turning to greet them. Both Gerry and Kevin sort of backed up a bit, surprised by how large she was, but Dodger didn't seem bothered in the least. The crow shook herself of the hay in the cage and then walked to the cage side where Dodger was peering in from.

"Good job," she said, before glancing past him to the rabbits, "You two, come here."

Kevin and Gerry approached the cage and looked up at the crow, her eyes as black as her feathers.

"I hear we're about to execute an escape," she said, "The plan is quite simple. Dodger will lead his group here and two by two will hide in our cages. We will make sure they are not seen. When THEY take us out to let us out of our cages in the morning, each mouse will grab one of each leg and we will fly them to safety. Dodger, meanwhile, will be taking your group through the vents. One group will go one way, and one will go another. Do you know who should lead the second group?"

Kevin and Gerry glanced at one another, and then back at the crow.

"Um, I guess we could split it," Gerry said, "Dodger could lead me, tell Kevin where to take the others."

"That seems fine," Kevin agreed, nodding.

"Good," the crow said, turning and scratching behind her wing with her beak and then turning back to them, "Get some rest and inform the others. THEY are taking us out tomorrow, so we will not have much time. When all the mice are here, then we will know we are ready."

"Thank you Lorna," Dodger said, "You're saving hundreds of lives tomorrow."

"I know what it is to yearn to be free," Lorna said, "Just be sure freedom is what you really want."

Kevin and Gerry glanced at one another again, a bit confused, and then Dodger turned and headed back up the makeshift staircase and back into the vents. Once the grate was back in place, he turned to Kevin and Gerry and nobody said a word for a few moments. Dodger sighed and shook his head.

"I managed to get some string from the house we were taken to during the lab cleaning. I've already strung up an escape rope to the end of one vent for the second group, and I'll have some for our group Gerry. Kevin," he said, turning to face him, "All you have to do is bite on it, hold on tight and slide down. Be sure to tell everyone not to be afraid. It's not too far a fall, honestly."

"Ok," Kevin said, "And where will we meet up after we've gotten out?"

"Just past the treeline," Dodger said, "We can celebrate then. Until then, let's just stay focused and make sure everyone gets out safely. Come on, let's head back to the lab."

Gerry and Kevin followed Dodger, a bit behind him, and Kevin lowered his voice to a whisper so Dodger couldn't hear.

"If we get out of here okay, let's stick together," Kevin said, which surprised Gerry considering how distant he had been in the past in regards to community, "I...I don't like the idea of navigating the outside world alone."

"That sounds like a good plan," Gerry said.

And with the rabbits back in their lab, Dodger went to get his mice prepared for the jailbreak. Gerry and Kevin explained things to the rest when they returned, about who would follow who into the vents, and that this time tomorrow, they'd be free in the forest. They went to sleep that night knowing in their hearts they were doing the right thing.

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Gerry awoke to the sound of birds squawking, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Dodger climbing down the vent and racing to the front of his cage. Gerry stood up as Dodger leaped up on the door clasp and let it slide down.

"Get your groups together, we're going in a few minutes!" Dodger shouted, "Gerry, your group will meet me in the vents when you're ready, alright?"

"Sounds good," Gerry said as he watched Dodger race around to each and every cage, letting the other rabbits out. Gerry hopped to the center of the table, as Six hopped right along behind him.

"I'm going with you," she said, and he smirked.

"I had a feeling you might," he replied, and then he stopped and looked out at the other rabbits, "Everyone!" he called, "This is it, we're getting out of here! Those of you going with Kevin, just follow him and do what he says. He's been briefed on this already, and he WILL lead you to safety. Those coming with me, we will be being led by Dodger here, who this honestly couldn't have been done without."

Dodger smiled for a split second, and then his ears went down. He'd let everyone out, nodded to Gerry and then raced back up into the air vent. Gerry turned back to the others and looked at his friends faces. Two. Four. Kevin. Doug. All these rabbits he might not see again if something went wrong. He thought of poor Jasmine in the other room, and he sighed. Maybe they could come back for her someday...though she did seem rather content with her existence. He cleared his throat and stood on his hind legs, rising up above them all.

"We're a family," Gerry said, "We've been in this lab together, and we're gonna get out of this lab together. I've seen you all go through...just...the most horrible tests imaginable, and stay so strong, and it makes me realize how strong we are. We are stronger than THEM. We are better than THEM. We deserve more than THEY will ever give us, and we'll only get it if we take it for ourselves. These people...they don't care about us. We're nothing but a tool to them, something to be used to further their own lives. I'm not being a fucking tool anymore."

Kevin smiled as he looked up at Gerry, realizing for the first time, how much he truly respected him. He scanned through the crowd surrounding him, and saw Four looking at him. She wiggled her ears at him, and he laughed. Things were going to be alright. He could feel it.

"So stay close to your leader, do what he says, and we will get through this just fine. I told you all that one day I'd get you out of here. Well today I am doing that. Stay safe everyone, and I'll see you past the treeline," Gerry said, finishing as he turned to Six and Doug, and nodded towards the vent, "Let's go," then he turned to the rest and shouted, "Those coming with me, let's go!"

They entered the air vents, Kevins group right behind them. At the split where the two groups would break up, everyone kept going, but Gerry and Kevin stopped and looked at one another for a few moments, taking in the silence.

"You sure you can do this?" Gerry asked.

"Heck yeah I can," Kevin said, "Because you told me I could."

Gerry smiled, "Be safe Kevin. I'll see you outside."

"You too, Gerald."

They turned to exit, but Kevin turned back around and called to Gerry, who stopped and looked back at him.

"One more thing, Gerry, just in case we don't see eachother again. Thanks for not letting them grow an ear on me."

"I told you I wouldn't," Gerry said.

With that, the two rabbits parted ways.

Gerry and Six walked alongside Dodger, who was the only one who knew the way to the grate leading to the outside. Dodger looked exhausted, Gerry noticed, like he'd been up all night, and he probably had. Anxiety and fear were flooding through all of them, but probably through Dodger the most.

"Are you gonna be ok?" Six asked, and Dodger shook her off.

"Yeah, and once we hit fresh air I'll really perk up," he said, "Nobody will be coming into our sections of lab since they'll all be taking the birds outside, so it's not like we have to worry about anyone looking for us. Everything should go smoothly."

The trek wasn't too long, but it wasn't that short either. Kevin knew they were supposed to wait until they saw the birds to start out from the vent, but he felt so excited that he didn't know if he could wait, honestly. To be back in the forest...in the bushes and the dirt. It had always seemed like a distant, impossible, unattainable dream and know it was so close to being a reality. Four hopped alongside him, chewing on her own whiskers.

"You're a real hero for doing this," she said quietly, "I hope you know that."

"Unless something happens to me, and then I'll be a Martyr," Kevin replied.

"Big difference between a martyr and a hero. A hero gets fifteen minutes of fame. a martyr gets remembered forever. I know. The Special 7, we've been called heroes plenty of time for 'furthering the advances in science'. All they ever did was stick us with things, put stuff inside of us, but-"

"Not anymore," Kevin said, stopped and looking at her as his group walked past him, "And once we're outside, I won't let anyone else hurt you either. We're all going to stick together. You heard Gerry, we're a family."

Four pushed her nose against his and nuzzled it softly for a few seconds, before blushing and continuing past him. Kevin couldn't believe his luck. Freedom. Heroism. A pretty rabbit who liked him. His luck was changing.

"Uh...Kevin," Two called out and Kevin hopped quickly up to where he was, at the vent leading outside.

"What?" Kevin asked.

"There's no string," Two said, and Kevin glanced at the vent, noticing there wasn't any string there, like Dodger had said. Kevin thought it might've fallen, come untied and been blown away by the wind or something, but despite all these possible realities, all he managed to eke out was...

"Huh."

As Gerry's group approached their own vent exit, they could hear the birds chirping outside. Gerry and Six smiled at one another. It was almost time. Six thought of all the ways life would be better. A burrow, maybe near a farm where they could steal carrots and raise bunnies. This seemed like a dream about to come true. They got to the top of the upslant in the vent and came face to face with the open grate. Dodger stopped, looking out at the treetops just out of reach and could hear the birds below, knowing any moment they'd be let out.

"There it is," Six whispered, "Oh my gosh...we're going to be free."

"Dodger," Gerry said, "I can't believe...god, you really did it. We did it. Thank you so much. How can I ever pay you back?"

"I'm sorry Gerry," Dodger said softly, as he turned around and looked at the rabbits, his eyes brimming with tears, "I don't think you ever could pay me back, because I didn't do anything."

"What do you mean didn't do anything? You led us to freedom!" Gerry said, beaming, ears upright, "You've done what nobody else could! You're a hero!"

"All I did was manage to lie to a bunch of poor rabbits and use their fear to get what I wanted," Dodger said softly, and Gerrys ears went down as he approached him, "That's not heroic in the least. I mean, I won't put down all the work I had to put into this to make it work, but don't go calling me a hero. I'm not a hero. I'm a villain."

"What're you talking about Dodger?" Gerry asked quietly, anger hiding very nearby behind his tone, his eyes growing redder, "What did you do?"

"Sit down for a bit Gerry, we need to talk," Dodger said.
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Things in the lab were looking a bit more cheery, now that Kevin had been returned to his cage, his back leg having been replaced with a robotic one. The other rabbits, especially Six, were in awe. Kevin even seemed in a bit of a better mood than he had been previously, even before what they now simply referred to as The Attack. Fern hadn't come back into the lab since then, but probably out of shame more than any other reason, at least that was Six's theory. They'd all been inspected by the lab vet earlier in the day, so they found themselves in a small pen together for the first time in a long while. It felt nice, like a real community.

"I chewed my own paw off and they won't even replace it," Six said, gazing longingly at Kevin's robotic leg, "I'm jealous."

"It's what they call 3D printing with some implanted cybernetics to make it possible for me to walk and hop and run," Kevin said, stretching the leg for the onlookers, "It's pretty neat, I have to admit. In a way, it was almost worth it."

"Well mate," Doug said, "I 'ave to admit, it's pretty neat-o. You like one o' t'em robots now. A real piece o' science."

"I mean, don't get me wrong...going through that was horrific, but at least there was some sort of payoff," Kevin said, feeling rather chipper having everyone's attention. Another one of the Special 7, a grey girl rabbit numbered 4, came forward to inspect it. She  sniffed it at first and then raised her ears and looked at Kevin's face.

"It even hides your scent a bit. If you were ever out in the wild again, you could easily throw something off your trail," she said, "You got lucky."

"Is that what they call it?" Kevin asked, and Four giggled. Gerry was enjoying watching everyone getting along and relaxing, having a swell time just talking and not talking about being scared for once. He was at the back of the pen, simply watching his friends. At one point, Six looked behind herself at him and wiggled her whiskers. He just smiled back and she went back to admiring Kevin's leg. The Special 7, being more scientifically inclined, were obviously the most interested in Kevin's new robotic limb. Gerry sighed and then heard a *pssst!* behind him, and turned to find Dodger sitting outside the pen, picking at his teeth with a nail.

"Hey Dodger," Gerry said, "What're you doing here?"

"We have to talk," Dodger said, "It's important."

"So talk. The others are busy, we have some privacy," Gerry said, and Dodger wiped down his whiskers for a moment, clearly thinking, and then cleared his throat and leaned in, lowering his voice a good bit.

"In one of my scavenges last week, I overheard some of the scientists talking in the bird room. They're setting all the birds free this coming month, so they're changing all their tracking tags and getting them ready for release into the wild."

"Well that's good for the birds," Gerry said.

"But the birds aren't the only one. THEY do this every few years. A good turnaround on test subjects. That includes your group and my group. We're outdated, except for maybe the Special 7, but I don't know, even they may be about to be replaced, THEY weren't very specific," Dodger said, and Gerry furrowed his brow.

"I...I'm not sure I understand, how is this a problem? This sounds like we're being retired, which is great news," Gerry said.

"Retiring in a sense, yes," Dodger said, leaning in even closer so as not to draw attention from the others, "But they aren't just retiring us and letting us go or giving us to another lab. It's a mass exodus of life. They're executing us. We've been used, we would be useless to anyone else, according to them. Once animals have been in one test lab for a long enough time, other test labs don't want them."

Gerry's heart sunk and his eyes widened in horror as he lowered his own voice now.

"What are we going to do?" he asked and Dodger chittered for a minute.

"Well, it's a good thing we've been working on an escape plan, isn't it?" he asked, "We just need to rush it now, really put it into motion. I can convince my group to work with your group for the betterment of us all. With the supplies I managed to take from the bedroom of the house, we should be good to go. We just need to really plan our escape routes and get our timing exact to ensure there's no slip ups. It'll have to be at night too, so there's no scientists around to ruin it for us."

"Ok," Gerry said, nodding, feeling slightly better knowing that Dodger had his back; then he glanced at the others still fawning over Kevin and his new leg, before turning back to Dodger, "So we have a few weeks then?"

"Maybe two at the most," Dodger said, "We shouldn't put it off for too long."

"Okay," Gerry said, "Alright then, you tell your group and I'll round them up in this pen and tell mine. It might be a hard sell, but I'll do my best to convince them. They may not take to it at first but if the alternative is execution then they may rethink that."

Dodger nodded and turned, beginning to leave when Gerry called after him, and he stopped and looked back at him.

"Dodger!...thank you. Thank you for watching out for us, and for helping us," Gerry said and Dodger waited a second, then got a smirk on his face and nodded.

"Back at ya, pal," he said, before hurrying up the counters and back up into the air vent. Gerry turned to his group and sighed, looking at them all. Could they really pull this off? Could Gerry really get them all out of here? Six was still missing a paw, but it didn't seem to stop her from moving, so she should be fine and with Kevin's new leg...

...wait a second, he realized, why would they give Kevin a new leg if they planned to end their lives? Maybe Kevin wouldn't be killed...Dodger had said some might be spared, like the Special 7. He just had to trust Dodger, and besides, Dodger hadn't wronged them yet. Dodger wanted himself and his group out of here just as badly as Gerry wanted freedom for himself and his own, so he knew Dodger and he could come up with some plans. They'd worked well together so far.

Finally, he hopped on over and stopped next to Kevin, looking at everyone.

"Guys," he said, "I have some news."

Everyone grew quiet, and Gerry felt bad for having to end their fun so quickly. He sighed and scratched behind an ear and then started explaining things.

"Dodger just came to talk to me. For those of you who haven't been privy to this yet, Dodger is a mouse test subject from another section of the building who's been coming and meeting with me for a while. He's become a good friend, and a trusted, reliable source of information and help. Dodger just told me that in a few weeks, THEY are releasing all the birds back into the wild, and then retiring both the mouse group and our group."

The rabbits all perked up, looking gleeful, and Gerry felt like such a bad rabbit, having to bring them down when they looked so hopeful for once.

"Um..." he continued, "...but not in the way that you would think. It's a mass execution. They're going to wipe our group and the mouse group out. Apparently, from what Dodger has heard from the scientists, after animals have been in a test lab for a few years, they aren't wanted by other test labs. They want fresh animals, not someones leftovers. Now, I know that this is scary, but don't get too worried, because Dodger and I have a plan to get both his group and our group out of here before that happens. Now I know we've all talked about escape before, especially me, but this is really happening now. We have allies. Friends. We have a chance."

"Escape?" Four asked, and looked at another one of the Special 7, Number 2, and shook nervously.

"What?" Gerry asked.

"Escape isn't possible," Two said, as he hopped forward a bit, "We know from experience. A few years ago, there was a different Number 7. He spoke about escape and freedom too. He tried it himself. He made it outside, only to find himself fenced in and surrounded by guard dogs. Original Seven was ripped up pretty bad when he came back and told us of this, and a few days later died in his cage from loss of blood."

"Well, unfortunate as that may be, and his loss as sad as it is, we have help," Gerry said, "We aren't just one rabbit. We're a group, and we have another group who wants the same goal, and Dodger wants this for us just as badly as I do. We have to try, guys. This isn't just talk anymore. They're going to kill us. If you don't want to come, I guess that is your decision to make, but I really hope that you do. Dodger and I will be meeting again soon to discuss the exact plans and details, so I'll let you all know when I know, but just be prepared to run for your lives, or you might not have a life anymore to run for."

Gerry turned and began to hop away when Kevin called after him.

"You really think this'll work?" Kevin asked, and Gerry turned back to him.

"Of course I do."

"Why?" Kevin asked, "I mean, not to sound like a Negative Nancy, but where do we even go once we're outside?"

"You lived outside, you could lead us," Gerry said and Kevin's eyes widened a bit in surprise.

"I...I'm no leader," Kevin said.

"You're the one with the most knowledge of life on the outside," Gerry said, and Kevin stuttered.

"I...I don't...I mean, what could I possibly do? I lived with a tracker on my leg, and THEY still could find me, THEY could find us all! The woods around here aren't that deep!"

"Then you'll have to take us to different woods. You'll have to lead us somewhere else," Gerry said, hopping back to Kevin's face, "You can do this Kevin. You can be the hero. You can save us, you just have to trust in me to get us out of here, and trust in yourself that you can lead us once we're out. You can do it, I believe in you."

"What if I don't want to go?"

"You want to die?"

"They already took my leg," Kevin said, "I mean...at what point do you just give up and accept your fate?"

"If you want to die in here Kevin, that's your decision, but don't try and influence others to kill themselves by making the same decision. Allow them to think for themselves. I know things have been hard for you, and I know you're strong because of what you've been through, and that's why I believe you can do this, and only you can do it. If you change your mind, come talk to me."

Gerry turned and hopped away to the edge of the pen and looked out at the lab. He stayed there the rest of the evening, until the other rabbits fell fast asleep, Six once again snuggled up to his side, when Kevin approached him, his voice lowered so as not to wake anyone else.

"I was hoping you'd still be up," Kevin whispered.

"Of course I am," Gerry said.

"...I'll come with you, but I can't lead them alone. I'll need your help and Six's help. I just...I can't do it myself."

"That's understandable," Gerry said, "You're gonna be a hero, Kevin, trust me. You'll be remembered forever by everyone in the group for this, and when they tell their own litters about this someday, you'll be the one they remember who lead them to a new, better, more prosperous life. I'm just the one getting us outside. You're the one saving us."

Kevin smiled a little, and turned around, starting to hop away, when he stopped and glanced back at Gerry, and spoke under his breath.

"I just hope to god you know what you're doing," he said.

"Me too, Kevin," said Gerry, "Me too."
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Six woke up to the clanging of something falling over. She forced her tired eyes opened, and noticed first off that she was not in the lab. She became quickly frightened, before noticing Dodger on the floor, dragging what looked to be string across the floor, and then looked up at her and nodded.

"Morning," he said.

Six sat up and looked around. They were....in a house? In a bedroom? What in the hell was going on here? She sat up, scratched behind her right ear for a moment, and then bounced her way up to the front of her cage, where Dodger was rolling the string up around a needle, tying it tight.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"You were asleep when we left the lab this morning. We're in one of the scientists house. Apparently they're having a cleaning crew in your section of the lab this weekend, so we all had to vacate. Everyone took some rabbits to their place and we ended up here," said Dodger, as he slid the needle under some hay in her cage.

"Be careful, don't hurt me with that."

"Never," Dodger said kindly, smiling and nibbling on his paw for a moment.

"Where's Gerry?" Six asked, and Dodger shrugged.

"I don't know, I caught a ride in your cage and I've been digging around in this bedroom. Don't even know if he made it here. He might be in a different house," Dodger said, before scurrying back up the vanity desk and continued digging around, looking for supplies, it seemed. Six looked around the bedroom, and liked what she saw. Everything was peach or cream colored, and very calming. She sighed. Must be a female scientists house. Just then there was the sound of laughter, as the bedroom door opened. She looked up at the desk, but Dodger was already gone, hiding somewhere. The door opened slowly and two little girls came in, holding Gerry safely, stroking his fur before opening the door on Six's cage and putting him in there with her. She heard a female voice, presumably the scientist, from downstairs.

"Girls! I'm leaving, let's go!"

The girls scattered out of the room, laughing the whole time, which made Six feel even safer. She looked at Gerry, who looked rather content. He smiled at her, and she hopped over to him, and rubbed her nose against his, much to his surprise.

"I was worried," she whispered, "I'm always worried now. After Kevin...how could I not be..."

"I don't blame you," Gerry said, "You have every right to be afraid. But this is a nice, safe place. This isn't the lab. This is a home, and it's been a while since I was in one..."

"That's right," Six said, remembering now, "You came from a home didn't you?"

"Mhm," Gerry said, "I was an easter present to a child."

"What happened?" Six asked, "How did you go from that to the lab?"

Gerry lowered his ears and looked at his paws, his voice lowered.

"Doesn't matter now," he said, "Her daughters are sweet kids. I miss being handled by kids. They're always so much more careful, more caring. They actually feel like you're important to them...I wonder if Kevin's ok."

"He hasn't come back to the lab yet..." Six whispered, "...what if he's...like, he..."

"He's not dead. He can't be. He's Kevin," Gerry said, "...but I think that was the last straw. We're getting out of there, and soon."

"We are?...is that why Dodger is collecting stuff?"

"Yep," Gerry said, "You won't have to be worried or afraid much longer Six, if you come with me I mean."

"Of course I would. Screw legacy. Existence is far more preferable," Six said and Gerry smiled again.

She leaned her forehead to his and shut her eyes. She felt safe with Gerry. She felt like he really wouldn't let her or the other rabbits down, and that he'd always protect them or at the very least, try his best to. For a few moments, the universe was beautiful and perfect, silent and wondrous, and then a loud *CLUNK* and they snapped their heads to the vanity table where Dodger was trapped under a glass jar being held by a teenage boy. He picked it up as the rabbits hopped to the edge of the cage and watched, terrified. The boy shook the jar and laughed at the scared little mouse. Dodger didn't scare easily, but people really frightened him, especially when they were in complete control.

The boy tucked the jar under his arm and headed out of the bedroom, as Gerry looked at Six, who had tears brimming up in her eyes.

"What do we do?!" she asked, her voice faltering, breaking.

"I-I....I don't know!" Gerry said, "I should get him!"

Gerry looked at the top of the cage, and noticed the girls hadn't latched it shut when they'd left. He looked at Six, and she was looking up at it as well. She moved under it, and he climbed onto her back and stood on his hind legs, then pushed the top open and hopped up, grabbing with his front paws and pulling himself up onto the top of the cage. He quickly hopped down and headed for the door when Six's voice called out, stopping him in his tracks and forcing him to turn back to her.

"Gerry!...Be careful please," Six said softly, "Just be careful."

Gerry nodded and ran quickly out the door and waited, one ear put to the ground, listening for movement anywhere. He heard something downstairs, and then heard a squeak, and realized Dodger was still upstairs. He headed in the direction of his squeaks and quickly found the jar on the floor in a bedroom at the far end of the hall. Gerry pushed the door open with his nose and entered quietly, just in case, and saw Dodger sitting under the jar. Dodgers eyes caught Gerry and he put his paws up against the jar.

"Get out of here!" Dodger said, "Get out of here now! Before he comes back!"

"I'm not leaving without you," Gerry said.

"Gerry, just go. I got most of the supplies, you can do this yourself. You don't need me, now get out before he comes back!" Dodger said, and Gerry walked to the jar and nudged it with his nose. He shook his head, his ears flopping.

"No. We're friends, and partners. We both need to be around in order to pull off this escape. We need you. I need you, Dodger. I can't do this without you," Gerry said, "I'm..." he glanced at his paws, his ears drooping, "I'm not smart enough. I'm not Six."

"Gerry," Dodger said, "I appreciate the sentiment, but you really don't need me. Nobody will really miss me. Just go, man."

Gerry knocked the jar over and picked up Dodger with his teeth. Just as they turned around to exit, they noticed the boy standing in the doorway, staring at them. Everything froze for a moment, and the perplexed face on the boy was enough to let Gerry know he would be telling his mother about this, but he couldn't have just left Dodger there. Gerry took off, and quickly darted under the boys legs as he grabbed for him. Gerry turned and headed down the hall, as Dodger directed him.

"The kitchen!" he shouted, and Gerry turned again quickly, just eluding the boys grasp, as they headed down the stairs, and slid onto the linoleum floor in the kitchen, the boy right on their heels. Dodger pointed at the fridge, which was suspended a bit off the ground.

"Under the fridge!"

"I can't fit!"

"Do it!"

And he did. Gerry slid onto his side, Dodger still clenched between his teeth and went right under the fridge. He dropped Dodger and lay on his side, exhausted, panting. Dodger patted Gerry on the ear and laughed.

"That'll do, rabbit, that'll do," he said.

They waited there for a bit, and then the phone rang and the boy ran from his spot to answer. Once they heard a door shut, they knew it was safe to come out and head back to the bedroom. Dodger climbed onto Gerry's back as they began to head for the exit to the staircase, and Dodger pulled on Gerry's ears to stop him.

"Ow! Careful with those!" Gerry said, and Dodger was pointing to the wall in the kitchen, where on a wooden plaque that read "Home Sweet Home" there hung keys. Car keys, house keys, whatever, and on one set, presumably to the lab, was a keychain. A rabbit foot. Gerry groaned and shook his head.

"Steve..." he said under his breath, and then slowly trotted to the staircase and back up the bedroom. When he returned, Dodger climbed under the hay in Six's cage and didn't resurface for the remainder of their stay in the house. Gerry was able to make his way back into the cage, and laid down in a corner. Six approached him and nudged him with her nose.

"That seemed to go well," she said happily, and Gerry just stared at her.

"Nothing goes well, Six, you should've learned that by now," he thought, but he didn't say it. Instead her smirked and nodded. Six curled up by his side and snuggled up to him, happy and warm and safe for once. Dodger, after they were asleep, climbed out of the hay and made sure the room was empty before scurrying up to the windowsill in the bedroom and looking out at the world outside the house. He lowered his ears as he looked back at Gerry and shook his head. He stayed there for about an hour, just thinking.

He then scurried back to the hay and went back to sleep.
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WARNING: There are graphic depictions of violence and cruelty in this chapter. Read at your own risk.

It was quiet in the lab that morning. They could hear rain falling on the roof, and knew they'd probably be having a rather uneventful day. Gerry and Six were huddled to the edges of their cages, their noses almost touching through the bars, both asleep in the warm hay. Doug was passed out in the middle of his own cage, on his back, his ear twitching. But Kevin...Kevin wasn't getting any sleep. He sat there, staring at the doors, wishing he could make any sort of attempt to run. To run as far away as possible. Would he even come back for them? He didn't really consider them his 'friends'. No, he probably wouldn't, he decided, he'd just hop until his legs could hop no longer.

He'd been up all night again, trying to process what he'd seen a few days before. Steve's feet. Just dangling around the lab workers necks, like pieces of gaudy overpriced jewelry. One even put it on their bag, with a clip on. It was enough to make Kevin sick...and all he wanted to do was rest but everytime he shut his eyes, he could see them again. He heard the lab doors open, and he saw Fern plod her way inside. He glanced down at her, and she wouldn't look up at him, her ears low and back.

"What's wrong?" he finally asked, and she mumbled.

"I hope you can forgive me," she said softly.

"Forgive you?" Kevin asked, "You haven't done anything to us. You've been our friend."

"Just promise me you'll forgive me," she muttered, "I have to do it. I have no choice."

"Do wha-" Kevin started, but that ended quickly as it began because a scientist swept into the room, opened the top of his cage and reached in, wrapping their hand around him and lifting him out. He kicked and struggled, as everyone else woke up and looked around, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. Six was the first to wake, and she scrambled to the front of her cage, watching this sight. She turned and looked at Gerry.

"They have Kevin!" she whispered, and his eyes fluttered open.

"What?" he asked.

"They have Kevin! They're taking him somewhere!" she repeated, and Gerry rushed to the front of his cage. He looked around for any way to get out, but knew there was none. He watched the scientist reach for the door that led to Jasmines room, and he knew that if he didn't get out now, he wouldn't be able to follow them through that door once it closed. They held the door open and Fern walked into the room, and they started in. Just then Dodger scrambled up onto the cage from the air vent and started to pull the front cage door latch open. It unhinged, came loose, and the door swung wide open. Gerry nodded, thanking him, as he and Dodger raced down the lab counter as quietly as they could and hopped onto the floor, then scrambled in right behind the scientists feet as the door came closing behind them. They quickly hopped behind a nearby counter. The scientist walked across the room and put Kevin into another cage, and told Fern to sit and wait. Gerry looked up at the cage on the counter above them, then down at Dodger.

"Scurry up there and talk to the girl rabbit. Her name is Jasmine. She might know what this is about," he whispered, and Dodger nodded, then hurried up the counter. He stopped at the bars of the cage, clinging on with his paws, and looking through.

"Hello?" he whispered, "Jasmine?"

Jasmine turned and looked in his direction.

"Who's that?"

"My name is Dodger. I'm a friend of Gerrys," Dodger said, "They've brought a friend of ours in here, along with the dog...what is this about?"

Jasmine shook her head and lowered her ears.

"You shouldn't have come," she said softly.

"What?"

"You should've stayed in your cage," she said, "This was a mistake. You don't want to see this."

The scientist leaned down to Fern and scratched behind her ears, then put a needle to her neck and slowly injected her with something. Dodger grimaced, and looked from this sight back to Jasmine.

"What are they doing?" he asked.

"Something very, very bad," Jasmine replied.

The scientist took Fern by the scruff of her neck, and led her into a small pen that was in the back of the room. She waited, as he closed the door to the pen, and within seconds she started growling and snarling and scratching at the pen door. The scientist walked back to Kevin and picked him back up. He struggled and kicked, and his eyes met Gerrys. Gerry lowered his ears, knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do for his friend. The scientist opened a small slot on the pen door and reached through, plopping Kevin down. He didn't move. He just sat there, shuddering, looking at the bared teeth of a dog he once considered his friend.

"Fern?" he asked quietly, "Fern, it's me. What's wrong? What did they do to you?"

She approached slowly, not speaking a word, just continuing to snarl and slobber. Kevin backed up against the pen door, and within seconds she lunged at him and Kevin took off under her legs and through the pen. Dodger looked away from this sight back to Jasmine, who'd laid down now.

"There has to be something we can do!" he said, and she sighed.

"Don't you get it yet? There's nothing you can do," Jasmine said, "You just have to let it happen."

Kevin skidded across the pen floor and slammed into the back wall, just as he looked in time to see Fern lunging at him again, and he took off in another direction. She turned, her claws scraping against the floor, and her jaws snapped shut around one of his back legs. Kevin screamed in agony as he felt her teeth sink in through his leg, past the bones. He kicked at her with his other back leg, begging her to stop, but she held him down with her front paws and started gnawing his leg clean off, pulling and chewing, blood spilling out onto the floor. Gerry and Dodger watched in horror, mortified that they could no nothing to help him. Jasmine laid on her side.

"It's times like this I'm glad I'm blind, but the sounds still are hard to listen to," she said.

Through the pain, and his failing eyesight, Kevin looked down at Fern as she was now working on his other leg, his first one laying bloody and discarded on the pen floor, and he remembered what she'd said right before he'd been taken from his cage. This wasn't her fault. THEY made her do this. He was starting to lose consciousness, and could barely move. A few seconds later, the pain subsided, and he could hear the scientist dragging Fern away. A few seconds after that he could hear her crying, whining, asking how she could've done this. Asking why THEY make her do these things. A few seconds after that, Kevin was picked up and he passed out. Dodger looked back into Jasmines cage.

"What did they do to her?" he asked.

"They gave her rabies, and then they gave her a shot to to clear it up," Jasmine said, "They do this every now and then, trying to better vaccines for the public. Seems your friend was the unlucky one this time."

Dodger shook his head and climbed back down to Gerry. Neither one said a word. They just waited for the scientist to open the door back up, and they quickly scrambled back into the other room, Fern plodding out in front of them and sitting down in front of Kevins cage. Gerry got back up to his cage by a few hops on small countertops, and Dodger quickly scrambled up next to him, as all the rabbits looked at Fern; blood dripping off her snout and down her legs.

"What the heck happened?" Six asked.

"Fern is a murderer," Dodger said, "This dog you all think is your friend is a killer."

"No!" Fern said, "I'm not! THEY make me do it! I don't want to hurt any of you! You are my friends!"

"Don't believe a single thing she says," Dodger said, "She'll tear your legs off too!"

Six and Doug went and laid back down, while Gerry stood and looked at Fern. Their eyes connected, and for a moment, she thought she still might have an ally. Then Gerry too lowered his head and headed to the back of his cage. Dodger crawled up to the air vent as Fern looked up at him. After he disappeared, she laid on the floor and cried for hours. Nobody saw Kevin for days. Nobody even knew if he was alive.

Fern didn't come back into the lab for a while.
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It was a quiet morning. The lab was virtually silent, and the only rabbit up was Gerry, talking to Dodger, who'd come into the cage and sat with him. Dodger was chewing on a piece of hay while Gerry cleaned his paws, letting Dodger yammer away.

"It's a bummer, it really is," Dodger said, "I want to escape, I want to help my friends escape. We're not that different from you guys, but it's just so hard. We're smaller, that makes it a little easier, but still..."

"Had any plans?" Gerry asked.

"Not particularly," Dodger replied, "I guess one night I'd slip out, open the cages, they'd help open other cages and we'd just run as fast as we could. Try to find an air vent or a pipe or something that'd take us outside. But there's kids with us, and who really knows how they'd adapt, you know? Sick as it is, taking a child from it's original habitat such as this, all they've ever known, and taking them outdoors, is just as bad as taking a child from its original habitat outside and bringing them here."

"That makes sense. It's why a lot of us don't think about it much anymore," Gerry said, "Not many rabbits have actually come from the wild. It'd be kind of a culture shock. Finding their own food, shelter, and not knowing they're actually in danger."

The lab doors suddenly opened, and Dodger quickly dove into the hay to hide, as Gerry hopped on top of the spot to cover him completely. A male scientist came in, opened Kevins cage and set him down inside, before shutting it and leaving once more. Kevin was shaking. Gerry hopped forward to the front of his own cage, and Dodger came crawling back out.

"Kevin?" Gerry asked.

He didn't answer. He just stared dead ahead. Gerry and Dodger exchanged a nervous glance.

"Kevin? Hey, you alr-" Gerry started before Kevin interrupted him.

"THEY had...his feet," Kevin said softly.

"...come again?" Dodger asked.

"THEY had...his...feet," Kevin muttered a second time, almost sounding like he was trying to make himself believe it still, and not just them. Something had clearly shaken him to his core, and for as removed as Kevin appeared to often be, that worried Gerry very much.

"THEY had who's feet?" Gerry asked.

A moment, and then Kevin stared directly at Gerry and whispered, "...Steve's."

Gerry felt like he'd just been electrocuted. Why would THEY have Steve's feet?

"THEY were just...hanging....around their necks...like jewelry," Kevin said, "Like some sort of proud trophy of a horrible beast they'd slain. Steve was my friend...this isn't how he should be remembered. He was a rabbit, not an accessory."

"Fur is murder!" Dodger shouted, and Gerry nudged him.

"Seriously, not now," he grumbled and Dodger snickered.

"I wish I could take them from THEM, and...and maybe go bury them somewhere," Kevin said, "THEY had all 4 of 'em. All 4 of his feet. THEY called them 'lucky rabbits feet'. Lucky. For who? Us? I fucking doubt it."

"...I can't even come up with a good response. I would like to have something at the ready, some sort of hopeful 'maybe they aren't monsters' sort of thing but...they ARE monsters...they're monsters. It wasn't enough to blow up Steve, but now they're wearing him like last years lab coats. That's awful. You're right, Steve didn't deserve any of this."

"What were they doing to you?" Dodger asked suddenly.

"I don't know. Taking information on me. They didn't do anything to me, but I think they're going to test something on me soon," Kevin said, "...Gerry do me a favor. If you're ever in a situation where you can take one of Steve's feet, please do so, and try and get rid of it."

"I promise, Kevin."

"THEY aren't going to let us go, Gerry," Kevin said quietly, "None of us are safe, all of us are expendable, and some of us won't live. No questions about right or wrong, no sense of morality, no debates. THEY blew him up, THEY took his feet, and THEY think that's fine. Smile, laugh, life goes on. Not for Steve, but you know."

Nobody said a word for a few moments, and then Kevin sighed.

"You know, I used to think we were better off staying here. That the outside world wasn't so great. A lot more to deal with, than what we have to deal with here. The difference I see now is that out there, we at least have a chance at survival. In here, we have no chances. We have no choices. We're just experiments, and that's all we'll ever be."

Kevin yawned, scratched behind his ear with his back paw and hopped to the back right corner of his cage, plopping down into the hay and shutting his eyes tightly. Gerry looked at Dodger and neither one knew exactly what to say about it. Dodger shrugged, bid Gerry a goodnight, scrambled out the cage and up the wall back through the air duct as Gerry went to his cage corner to lay down. As he nestled himself deep into the straw, he glanced over at Six, who had had her back to them the entire time.

"THEY broke Kevin," she said and Gerry's ears flew up.

"I thought you were asleep."

"THEY broke Kevin. If THEY can break Kevin, THEY can do anything," she mumbled.

Gerry didn't even respond. Maybe Dodger was right. Maybe it was time to seriously start escape attempts. Yes, THEY had scared Kevin. But it wasn't the worst thing they'd do to him that week.
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Six awoke to the sound of chirping.

Her eyes fluttered open, her ears raised a bit, and she sniffed around for a few seconds before getting up, stretching and carrying herself best she could over to the other side, next to Gerrys cage. He and Doug were standing in their cages, watching another cage on the metal table in front of them. Six took a few glances, then looked back at Gerry when finally Kevin broke the silence.

"It's just a bird," he said out loud, "Nothin' special to see here. Just an average, ordinary bird."

Six was about to respond when she noticed the mouse in front of Gerrys cage, watching with them. She looked from the mouse up to Gerry, who had finally noticed her.

"Six, this is Dodger," Gerry said, "Dodger, this is Six."

"I heard the tweeting from the other room. Figured I'd come on over and see what all the noise was about," Dodger said, "Though now that I see, my instincts are telling me to stay away from it. I don't need to be eaten, that'd just ruin my day."

"How's your leg?" Gerry asked, and Six looked down at her paw, which had been bandaged from the time being, still nothing more than a stump.

"I'm sure THEY will do something about it," she replied quietly, before the bird start twittering again, and they all turned their attention back to that. Kevin, however, was not amused in the least. He just sighed and crinkled his nose.

"It's nothing unusual," he said loudly, "It's just a bird. They're probably going to just let it go anyway. A lot of times they tag animals for the wild so they can track them, see how well they do. What their mating rituals are."

"How do you know that?" Six asked.

"Because THEY did it to me," Kevin said, "Before I was here, that's what I was part of. I got tracked for a long time, before I was eventually nabbed and not rereleased. They do it to birds, mostly, from what I've been told. You wouldn't believe how many birds I ran into in the wild who had those little metal rings around their legs."

"Well, as fun as this has been," Dodger said, "I think it's time for me to go. I don't want to get caught and it's dangerous to be out in the daytime."

With that, Dodger turned and started to head back up through the pipe and into the airvent, disappearing within seconds. Kevin, meanwhile, continued his rambling.

"I think for birds, if I remember right, they're tracking migrating patterns. That's probably all this is. They're going to put a little metal ring around his leg and then let him go again, to see where he goes to. If only we could all be so lucky," he said.

"You don't know the meaning of lucky," Six said under her breath and Doug groaned.

"Oy, 'ow's about we don't get into all t'is right now, yeh?" he said, "Last t'ing we need is a mutiny."

"Oh please, dear exalted one, tell me how I don't know anything about being lucky. Miss 'my life is so hard, I have to go to press conferences and get my photo taken'," Kevin said mockingly. Six could feel her blood begin to boil.

"Last week I chewed my own back leg off because THEY thought it'd be a neat thing to show children, so don't you dare try to lecture me on the concept of luck, you slow witted troglodyte!" Six shouted across the lab, "You've been out in the wild, you've lived a free life! You think I have? You think that poor rabbit in the other room has? She was born here, and this is all she ever knew, so the next time you think about opening your mouth, first decide if you have something to say worth opening it for."

The room went quiet, and then the bird tweeted.

"Nest?" they called, and the rabbits all snapped their heads in its direction.

"What did it say?" Gerry asked.

"Nest?" it repeated, then looking at Six, "Mama?"

Six felt her ears droop. No. Not a child. This was too far, even for her. She started to pray that Kevin would be right, that all they would do is tag it and rerelease it, but she knew in the pit of her stomach that that was never the case with THEM. That mercy was never on the menu, not even as an appetizer. She wanted to retreat, huddle back into the sanctity of the back of her cage, but instead she just stayed glued there, staring at this poor, frightened little bird.

"Mama?" it called again, and she lowered herself into the hay a bit, to try and escape its gaze. A few seconds later, a female scientist came into the lab and headed for the cage, putting her finger through one of the slots and smiling at the bird, cooing a little at it, probably to make it feel safer. Six wanted to like this. She wanted to think that there was someone in this place who didn't want to hurt animals. For a second, just a split second, she got this feeling of hope. She'd soon regret letting her guard down like that.

The bird twittered at the scientist, who just chuckled and pet its little beak, then went into the back room, where they kept Jasmine, and shut the door behind her. A few minutes went by, and nobody said a thing. Finally, when it was evident she wasn't coming directly back, Six started to head back into her spot in the back of her cage when Kevin spoke softly.

"I'm sorry, Six," he said, "I guess you're right."

"...it's ok," she mumbled, before curling up in her little space. Doug went and laid back down as well, but Gerry and Kevin stayed at the forefront of their cages, watching this little bird hop around its cage, peeping every which way, filling the lab with noise and life.

"So where's your tracker now?" Gerry asked, and Kevin shook his head.

"THEY removed it when they brought me in," he said, "THEY cut it off. I guess that was the moment I resigned myself to this fate, because once that happened, I knew that meant they weren't letting me back into the wild. That this was my home now."

"Do you want to go back?" Gerry asked.

"Well, I sure don't want to be here," Kevin said, and then they heard the sound of scuffling feet above them, and a few seconds later, Dodger popped out of the air vent.

"Uh..." he said, "I have some rather distressing news...this isn't the only bird they have. On my way back to my section, I could hear more birds, and I just assumed it was this bird echoing through the vents, so I followed the noises but it turns out there's an entire room filled with birds."

"Did they have the little tracker rings?" Kevin asked.

"I don't know, it's not like I was going to get up close to them," Dodger said, "I just think that's a good sign. It means THEY aren't just going to outright hurt it."

"Maybe THEY'RE rehibilitating them," Six said flatly, "Getting them prepared for living in the wild again."

"That's a fair enough assumption, but then why take a child?" Kevin asked, "A child wouldn't need to be rehibilitated as they've never lived in the wild really."

"A child sometimes falls from the nest and loses their mother," Six replied, "Could be the situation here. I can't believe I'm defending THEM after all THEY have done, but I guess I have to believe, on some level, that there's some sort of good being done here, for the sake of my own sanity. I can't let myself believe that the entire world can be this cold and cruel. There has to be somebody who cares. There has to be."

"Mama?" the bird asked again, before the door reopened, and the scientist came back in. Dodger quickly scurried into Gerrys cage and hid in the hay, as they all waited on baited breath to see what would happen. The scientist picked up the top of the cage, opening it, and reached inside. She wrapped her hand gently around the bird, taking them out, and then with their other hand, slapped a little metal ring around its leg. Six had never felt a bigger sigh of relief in her life.

As the scientist exited with the bird in hand, the rabbits all let out a collective sigh, thankful that nothing terrible would be happening to this poor baby bird. Six laid her head down on top of her paws and smiled.

She had been right. There was some good somewhere.

Just not for them.
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It wasn't the first time Six and Fern had been outside the lab.

Six had been to many things outside the lab; award ceremonies, live testings, all sorts of press conferences where she and the other Special 7 were the focal point of the gathering, and Fern, well, she hadn't been at that lab her whole life. But this was a new experience for them both. A private school. It was filled with the shrieks of middle schoolers and teachers wandering up and down the halls, trying to regain control. This would seem out of the ordinary for a private school, but it was early in the morning, and once things settled down, it would seem just as organized as any other private school. Six was being carried in her travel cage by the first scientist while Fern was being lead on a leash by the second scientist. Six cowered in the corner of a cage, wishing her ears weren't so big as to pick up every single sound made.

"Who knew human children were so noisy?" Six asked, and Fern smiled.

"Yes, but I like them still," she said, "They're sweet, and they love you simply because you're an animal. If there's ever been any true animal rights activists, it's human children."

Six nodded, still a bit wary of trusting any humans after the last few weeks in the lab, especially after Gerry told her about Jasmine and his adventure into her cage. Six had become completely distrustful of THEM and was no longer being as cooperative as THEY'D like her to be. Six felt bad about this though, because she knew she could get away with that attitude, as she was part of the Special 7, and THEY'D never do anything to hurt one of the rabbits from that group. Finally, the scientists stopped in front of a classrom, exchanged a few words with the teacher and then were lead inside.

Sixs cage was placed on the teachers desk, with a sheet laid on top of it, covering her from the childrens view. Fern sat beside the desk, keeping Six company simply with her presence if nothing else. The room eventually quieted, and Six started to shudder. She felt a large *THUD!* on the table beside her, and nearly jumped out of her fur. She quickly scurried to the other corner, and huddled in deep into the straw, shivering. After a few moments, she heard THEM begin to speak to the children. Thankfully, she'd learned to listen.

"There's two rabbits on this desk," the male scientist said to the children, "One of them is smarter than the other. She's a rabbit we've been testing intellignece enhancing drugs on for quite some time now. The other is just a simple rabbit, nothing special about it at all."

After a wooshing sound, the sheets were pulled off the top of Sixs cage, and she could finally start to look around, though the bright schoolroom lights blinded her momentarily. She squinted, shook her head, flopping her ears back and forth, before finally able to see the cage beside her. Inside was another rabbit from the room, one she'd never spoken to. They were placed on the opposite end of the room, for one, and outside of Gerry, Doug, Kevin and the remainder of the Special 7, she didn't really socialize much. It was a rabbit the same size as her though, but shaking intensly, scared out of its mind. Six hopped across her cage and looked at him. She glanced up at the spot where his nametag should be attached to the cage, but there wasn't one. She then looked at the top of hers, and spotted her nametag. She had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Because we've enhanced the intelligence of one of them, they will react more logically under stress, pressure and fear. Watch," the female scientist said, as she walked in front of the desk, and started fumbling with the latch on the other rabbits cage. Six wiggled her whiskers, and looked back towards him, now noticing he was staring at her.

His eyes said it all.

The scientist reached into the cage, grabbed the rabbit and pulled him out. He kicked rapidly with his hind legs, trying desperately to get free. Six hopped back across the cage, her head tilted straight up in curiousity at what was about to transpire. The female scientist turned the rabbit over, still holding him, so his stomach was face up, as the male scientist came to her side and pulled the cap off a needle. He then pushed the tip into the rabbits stomach, and injected him with something. After a few seconds, he stopped kicking, and they put him back down into the cage. After a few moments of shivering, he finally started to move. He started to run in circles, and then directly into the metal grates of his cage, bashing his face against them violently.

Six backed up at the sight, and huddled back into the far right corner, as far away as she could get. She shut her eyes, not wanting to witness this. This wasn't at all what she had expected. After a few minutes, the sounds stopped. Six let her eyes flutter open, and she spotted the rabbit lying on the floor of his cage, his face cut and bloody. She whimpered, lowering her ears over her eyes. Then she heard the latch sound above her, and realized they were coming for her. What would she do? There was nothing she could do. A hand reached in. THEY pulled her out. THEY turned her over. THEY injected her. Same process. After Six was placed back on the floor of her cage, she just stood there, unsure of what this would do to her.

After a few minutes, she began to feel a tinglig in her back right leg, and then a burning. She contorted herself so she could get her head back there, and started chewing at her paw. The pain became worse. She gnawed faster, as the schoolchildren hooted and hollored around them. After a few minutes, the pain subsided, and she laid on her side, her eyes glazing over from finally have relief. It was only after a few seconds of pleasure did she realize, upon glancing down at her leg, than she'd gnawed her back right paw completely off, and it was laying there in the straw.

"You see, the first rabbit felt the pain, but didn't know what to do about it. He resorted to complete and total destruction of his senses in order to rid himself of this feeling. The other rabbit, she's the intelligent one. She found the pain and isolated the pain by riding herself of the spot where the pain was emenating from."

Six tuned them out. Her eyes were glued to the paw that used to be her back leg. It was a bloody stump, laying there in the hay, almost crying to her. Wondering how she could do this to it. Six felt like she was going to throw up. After a few more minutes, Six passed out. When she woke up again, she was in a room, but not the normal room. This was a holding room, probably for her to recover in. She heard the sound of a food bowl being pushed around, and rolled up onto her stomach, crawling to the front of her cage, only to find Fern eating her dinner. After she finished, she looked back up at Six, and sat down.

"I didn't know what to expect, but I wasn't expecting that," she said.

"That wasn't even educational," Six said, exasperated.

"Apparently it was a science class," Fern said.

"Why did they choose me? I'm...I'm one of the 7. I'm not supposed to be subjected to this sort of thing. I'm special..."

"I suppose everyone really is expendable," Fern said, licking her paw, "Don't take it too personally."

"Too personally? I gnawed off my own paw for the amusement of children!" Six shouted, before realizing she didn't have the energy to shout. She laid back down on her side, and heard the door to the room open. The female scientist from earlier came in, took Fern, and exited the room. Six sat back up and looked at her stump, which was wrapped in gauze. She felt sick again, but not as sick as she did moments later, when her eyes scanned the room and landed on Ferns food bowl.

Laying inside the bowl was the remains of the other rabbit from earlier.
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Gerry was taken by surprise in the early morning, while still asleep.

A hand opened his cage, reached inside and grabbed him, startling him awake, pulling him out and taking him to another room where they laid him on a steel table and waited for their partner to show up. Gerry had no idea what was happening, and tried his best to listen for anything he could hear that made sense to him. First they rubbed his right hip down with a wet napkin type object, then he felt a sharp prick, and that was that. He was out like a light again. When Gerry awoke, he was back in a cage, but this time not his own cage, and not in the same place as everyone else. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around; everything was a bit fuzzy, and only a few minutes after did he realize he wasn't the only one in the cage. There was another rabbit in here with him.

She was smaller than him, possibly a dwarf rabbit, and a deep, muddy brown with a black ring around one eye. One of her ears flopped over in front of her face, while the other stood perfectly up, and she was staring at him, not saying a word. Gerry tried to stand up, but quickly found that he wasn't able to, and fell right back down onto the hay.

"Stay," the other rabbit said, and Gerry looked back from down from his legs up to her.

"What?" Gerry asked, and she wiggled her whiskers at him.

"Stay," she repeated, "You can't walk. You can never walk after it. It's the number one side effect," she said, "You'll be okay in a bit, but until then, just stay. You'll only hurt yourself if you try to move around."

"What did they do to me?" Gerry asked, still a bit groggy, "I...I remember waking up in my cage and someone was taking me somewhere and..."

"It's a test. Some kind of...medicine or something," she said, "They've tried it on dozens of other rabbits, myself included."

"Who are you?" Gerry asked.

"Jasmine," she replied.

"I've never seen you in our room before," he said, nearly slurring his words.

"I've never been in your room before," she replied, "This is the only place I've ever been, outside of the lab. This is the only place I've ever seen."

Gerry laid on his side and exhaled deeply, accepting that she was right and he should just relax. He looked at her again, and thought about how pretty she was. How sad it was that she'd never seen anywhere beyond here. Even he had once been in a house, been outside of this lab. But to be bred here? Born here? Live and eventually die here? Never to experience anything beyond these steel walls and hushed voices? It saddened him to no end.

"You didn't come from the outside?" Gerry asked, as Jasmine snuggled down into her hay hole.

"No," she said, "My parents had me in here, and this is the only home I've ever known. This was back when they were still breeding us. Because of what they tested on my parents while they had me, I can't see."

"You're blind?" Gerry asked, surprised.

"Yes," she said, "That's why they don't feel bad about testing some of the harsher things on me. They know it can only do so much damage. They wouldn't want to hurt their regular crew to the point where they become unuseable so they use me, because they know I won't go blind."

"So...so you end up taking a lot of what we would..." Gerry said, "That's terrible. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. I don't mind," Jasmine said, "This has been my life. I'm used to it. To me, this is normal."

"Well, Jasmine, trust me...as someone who's been on the outside, this isn't normal. This as far from normal as possible," Gerry said, "What did they even test on me?"

"From what I can smell, it's a skin irritant," she replied, "They're testing it to see if it's ready for humans. If you respond negatively, then they'll know it wasn't ready, and they'll try it again."

"Is that why I can't walk?"

"That's from the shot."

"Oh," Gerry said, "Will they test it again on me?"

"Probably not. Probably on me," she said, "Generally if something does have a negative effect on their regular crew, that's when they test it on me, so they don't hurt you guys. But please, don't pretend it's not working just on my behalf."

Gerry lowered his ears and sighed. This poor rabbit. He wanted to help her. He wanted her to be brought back to his little area of the lab, and be with his friends. It wasn't fair that she was here all alone, taking the brunt of stuff they should all be sharing equally. Gerry suddenly realized that he would need to start being extra brave about what they were doing to him. If this rabbit had to be, then it was only fair he'd have to be too.

"I've been thinking about trying to leave," Gerry said, finally regaining feeling in one of his feet.

"I could never leave," Jasmine replied.

"You couldn't?"

"I'm blind and I was born here. Where would I go? Everything would scare or confuse me...."

"I guess so," Gerry said.

Just then the door opened, and a scientist walked in, with Fern padding along behind them. She spotted Gerry and went to the cage, while the scientist grabbed a few things and just as quickly exited the room, leaving Fern there.

"Hello Gerry," she said.

"Fern," he replied.

"Jasmine, how're you today?" she asked.

"It's nice to have company," Jasmine said, thumping her foot a little from excitement.

"I imagine," Fern said, "Gerry must be the only other rabbit to have ever met you. At least from the current batch."

"Yeah, I guess so," Gerry said, "Nobody has ever mentioned you or anything, so they probably don't know you exist."

"It's understandable," Jasine said, "A lot of the rabbits they do bring into my cage...they don't leave alive."

Gerry shuddered. That...that was upsetting. He knew he was safe at least, since he was starting to regain his feeling and could still see. Jasmine didn't seem too particularly worried about him either, so he figured he was relatively safe as far as his health went, but still...to live in a cage where so many others died? And poor Jasmine, to have that be her entire life...

"You'll be fine in a few hours," Fern said, "Don't be too concerned."

"Fern, if you could just tell Six and Douglas that I'm ok...I'd appreciate that. At least they won't worry about me then," Gerry said.

"I shall," Fern said, wagging her tail a bit, "What about Kevin?"

"Who?"

"The...the other rabbit across from you?"

"Oh, right, Kevin. Yeah I guess. He's okay."

"Better not to feed his paranoia anyway," Fern said, just as the scientist reopened the door and called for her. She nodded goodbye to the rabbits and then trotted out quickly behind the scientist. Gerry sighed.

"It was nice seeing her," he said, "She seemed spry and happy."

"She has good days and bad days," Jasmine said, "But..."

"But what?" Gerry asked.

"I don't want to alarm you. Just be aware that when the time comes, it's not her fault. Don't blame her what what they make her do," Jasmine said, "That's all."

She nestled her face into her paws and shut her eyes. Gerry looked around the room, and back down to the spot where Fern had been standing. He knew they tried things on other animals. He knew the rabbits weren't the only ones in this compound. But Fern? What had they done to Fern? And what had they done that would make him need to forgive her? Jasmines statement echoed in his mind throughout the rest of the day, and when he was finally taken back to his own cage and saw Six again, he told her all about Jasmine and what they had done to him, but said nothing about Jasmines warning.

"It's not her fault," she'd said, "It's not. her. fault."
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So Happy Together is a dramedy about couple Aubrey & Brent. After Aubrey plays an April Fools joke on Brent that she's pregnant, Brent confesses out of panic that he actually has a secret daughter with an ex wife, and everything changes overnight.