Apocalypse Cat: Survival in the End of the World — Episode 4

As a cat I noticed the zombies mimicking us already At first, they just stumbled around Now they can even bang on doors

My owner naively thinks home is safe But I know Locks and wood can't stop these evolving ones I must get us out of this cage

Blacky, you mean leave here? I meowed And stared right at him

He finally got my message He closed his eyes, took a deep breath Then, as if resolved, we moved the cabinet away from the door together

Soon, the door cracked open a gap He peeked out at the hallway cautiously Once sure it was clear, he quickly grabbed his packed backpack

Filled with a bit of food, water, and basic meds The hallway reeked of decay It was nauseating Luckily, no zombies in the stairwell

Only faint bangs on the railing downstairs No time to hesitate; we had to move on The roof—maybe our only way out So I

immediately ran toward the stairs My owner followed closely, backpack on But just before reaching the top, we froze

A nearby door stood ajar Behind it, constant chewing sounds Mixed with cracking bones My owner went pale

He stood there paralyzed So I nudged his leg with my head Signaling him to move on, not look Finally, we reached the roof door

But he tried and couldn't open it It was bolted from inside He tried to force it open But the door didn't budge