Apocalypse Cat: Survival in the End of the World — Episode 9

The door creaked open Several uniformed pairs of shoes Nearing slowly, Miss Li,

a voice—the doctor's— rang through the empty bay, tinged with confusion. No reply came.

He was wedged under the bed. A flashlight beam swept the room methodically. Strange.

I heard a noise just earlier. A guard muttered, roughened voice. Harsh and gruff. Check under the bed.

The doctor again, still flat and calm. But my heart raced. Just as that beam

closed in on my master, I shot out from under, making for the fabric tray. With a piercing, shrill yowl,

I knocked over the tray. This sudden chaos drew everyone's gaze at once. Damn cat!”

the gruff guard swore, lunging after me. But agile as I was, I weaved through table legs,

Sending things flying. The room plunged into a frenzy. He barked an order, and two guards closed in.

Finding my moment, I darted right past one's leg. He's getting out—shut the door!” Too late for that.

I landed easily in the hall, hurled a mocking, sharp cry at the room, then sprinted off into the shelter's depths. Supplies stored there—

what they call the lab. After it!” A cold voice slammed from behind. Footsteps gained fast.

At least two pursuers. I ran for my life. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. I know this is dangerous.

But it's my only chance to fight for my master.