Patrick ran his right hand through his black hair - biting down on his lower lip as he watched his prey intently. The squirrel had no idea it was being watched - Patrick hid behind one of the abandoned cars that was slowly rotting in the junkyard. Lots of things rotted in the junkyard.

He had been watching for around five minutes now, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to grab the small creature. It would make a good addition to his fridge. He hadn’t had new prey in a long time.

Patrick had held his breath for a few seconds then he saw it. The perfect time to grab the creature. Only, he was stopped as the squirrel took off in a hurry due to there being a loud crashing noise in the junkyard. It sounded like it was close and Patrick heard muttered curse words being thrown out by whoever made that noise.

His smirk fell from his lips - scowling instead now. He grabbed the vippo from his front jean pocket with narrowed eyes in the direction that the noise came from. “Who the fuck?” He muttered to himself - his jaw tense as he spoke to himself.