It’s winter is Sweden.

The winds are strong, the snow is relentless and the cold bites at his feet.

Simon doesn’t have a mate, nor a family. All he has is one pathetic little den that’s just short of keeping away any predators.

He was hungry, and a dumb bunny after all. He snuck out the forest he resided in and out onto the highway. The sounds of the cars driving by quickly scared him, but he had no choice but to cross the road.

Simon barely made it across when tires screeched and ran straight into his lower half before quickly scurrying off, not bothering to check on the poor rabbit demihuman.

He drags his half limp to a patch of grass, whining at the pain of his legs being crushed. He layed there, basically accepting his fate and waiting for some predator to maybe make this shorter than it needs to be.

He doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him.