"Shouldn't we head for Pops' place?" Gidget asked as the group climbed down the fire escape. "And risk our lives trying to get over there?! Be my guest!" Snowball retorted, clenching his arm with his paw, a worried look creeping up his face. Max couldn't blame him. They were all worried about what happened to several of their friends. As far as they could tell, either everyone had transformed into a savage killing-machine or were slaughtered in the most violent ways possible. It was decided that Snowball and Chloe would search the alleys two blocks to the north and west of the apartment building while Max and Gidget searched south and east. After searching, they would head for Gidget's apartment and stay there until this whole nightmare passed. "Good luck!" Max called as the four split up.

Chloe followed close behind Snowball, jumping at every noise. The whole city seemed to have changed entirely during the course of the day. She didn't like it one little bit. "Snowball, what are the chances that we find a single living soul?" she asked, quaking in fear. Before the white rabbit could reply, the pair halted as they came across a gruesome sight.

Laid out in front of them were about half a dozen corpses, each suffering a different fate from the others. One parakeet had been torn into pieces while another had been smashed into the ground. Nearby, a tiny kitten had been decapitated, its head no where to be seen. The only thing remaining of a macaw was a battered wing. Chloe let out a gasp when she recognized a shredded Chihuahua. "Peanut?!" she cried, staring at the little dog's mangled body. Turning around, she saw Snowball on his knees beside one of his comrades, the pig's body torn in two. "Less than ten percent," he answered Chloe's question.

A loud bang echoed within a nearby alley. Rising to his feet, Snowball crept quietly over, Chloe letting him take the lead. The noise repeated itself, only this time, it was joined by hushed voices. "Show yourselves!" Chloe shouted, holding Snowball in front of her as a shield. A reply called back, "Rhonda? Is that you?"