Earlwise was looking out the crusty window of his 'lair', it had been cracked a little and a chunk of the glass was missing so he could peer out of it. The neighborhood he was located in was in chaos, people were running around trying to grab previsions to hold off in their homes till the military could handle it or the whole thing blew over. Screams could be heard in the distance, and mothers were calling out to their lost sons. His eyes darted left and right, he started mumbling to himself. The man who actually owned the cramped tool shed came out and was heading in Earlwise's direction. Most likely looking for something to board up the house. Earlwise's eyes were wide at this point. No one could find out his lair! The man grabbed the knob and turned it. When the door flung open Earlwise was trying to hide behind his board and a rake. The man stopped in his tracks and stared. When Earlwise's position was compromised he knew he had to find shelter somewhere else. The looked into the mans eyes and started screaming and flailing his arms frantically before rushing him and pushing him over. He managed to take a can of bug spray, his message board and a gardening hoe. He ran down the road screaming.<br/><br/>Earlwise turned a corner to find a flea feasting upon a dead body. It turned at Earlwise. The fresh blood and flesh of Earlwise was too great to pass up. The flea lunged at him and knocked him to the ground. Earlwise started screaming, not out of fear but out of insanity. This threw the flea off, which gave Earlwise the edge. He shoved the flea onto the brick wall, he continued to scream, shouting passages from the bible as he struck the flea continuously with his message board.<br/><br/>"Even though I walk<br/>through the valley of the shadow of death,<br/>I will fear no evil,<br/>for you are with me;<br/>your rod and your staff,<br/>they comfort me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"<br/><br/>The flea was already dead but was still getting attacked. Poor bastard. After Earlwise's arms were numb, he continued to look for more shelter. Still mumbling under his breath and darting his eyes and head left and right. Shifty fucker he was.