Drabble Wednesday: Showdown

Three more installments of the Time Sheep Saga.

Debbie Does the Apocalypse?

The Time: 2749
The Place: Unnamed City
The Sheep: Debbie

The crumbling, burnt-out remains of the once thriving city smelled of smoke and roasted chicken as Debbie materialized in the aftermath of a firefight. Fowl carcasses littered the streets, some still smoking from recent laser blasts. Scattered among the battle debris lay a few human corpses, their seeping blood soaking past the broken concrete.
Debbie ignored it all.
She was looking for a time signature.
There. A faint residue headed across the city. With a screeching bleat, the time sheep loped off, dashing into the heart of the dystopian nightmare…

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Finding Mr. Chicken

Debbie entered a scorched building, its door broken in the street. As she advanced, a figure moved out from the shadows.
“Hello. It is I, Eric the Terror.”
The figure stepped into the light and the Time Sheep saw the face of the enemy.
A chicken wearing a Viking helmet.
“I’m the poultry you’ve been looking for. But finding me will do no good. They thought they could discard me. A failed experim—what the heck?” Eric jumped back as Debbie tried to bite off his wing.
Squawking like a baby chick, Eric ran, screeching, “The sheep tried to kill me!”

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The Doctor and the Chicken

The chicken led Debbie straight into the only building left untouched by ruin and directly to Dr. Stein.
“What have you done, stupid bird!”
The Doctor and Debbie stared at each other while the chicken squawked.
“You didn’t tell me the sheep would try to eat me! What have you gotten me into?”
“Shut up, you fowl fiend! You’re the one who wanted to conquer the world.”
“That didn’t include carnivorous Time Sheep!”
“I said shut up!” The chicken stopped squawking.
Stein sneered at Debbie. “I knew you come sooner or later. This time I’m prepared.”
A door slid open.