Timere cowered in the darkness. The ground beneath the trees shook, as the monsters thundered past. Their blazing yellow eyes and angry roars sent a shiver of fear through Timere. Scurrying to safety, he huddled under a shrub. Clutching the long grass in his paws, he held on...afraid he would be blown away by the force of the wind created by the monsters huge bodies. Having drawn the short straw, it fell to Timere, to face the horror of the Rat Run. Would he survive? Would he succeed in uniting all rats? To fail meant certain death