Can You Play Pet Rescue Saga Offline?

The zombie apocalypse had arrived, and pets could transform into guardians to protect their owners—each person was allowed no more than three. My best friend had spent a fortune on three Tibetan mastiffs. The landlord cleared out a fish tank to raise a crocodile. My boyfriend? He had stormed the zoo and dragged a lion home. And me? I only had three stray cats. The eldest was blind, the second one limped, and the youngest had just turned one month old. The moment the apocalypse system announced that pet slots were locked, I knew I was doomed. I tried to hide with my three disabled cats, hoping to survive quietly. Day one of the apocalypse: terrified… Day two: helpless… Day three: my cats sauntered over, tails swishing, carrying some unidentifiable object. "Mama, I bit off all the zombie heads on this street. How's that? Solid enough?" I was rendered speechless.

When the zombie apocalypse hit, pets leveled up into guardians. Three per person. That was the cap. My buddy dropped serious cash on three Caucasian Shepherds. My landlord dumped his fish and started raising crocodiles. My girlfriend bolted to the zoo and came back with a lion. Me? I had three strays. Bubba—blind. Missy—lame. Snowy—barely a month old. The second the system locked pet slots, I knew I was screwed. I barricaded myself inside with my three "broken" cats and kept my head down. Day one—fear. Day two—helpless. Day three—the cats strolled back in, tails up, dragging something I didn't recognize. Bubba looked at me. "Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?" I just stared.

On a stormy night during the apocalypse, my own mother threw me out of the house while I was burning with fever, along with my husky, so my little brother would have a better chance of surviving. She shouted through the crack in the door, “Take that useless mutt and go die somewhere. Stop wasting your brother’s food!” I huddled in a pile of trash with my dog in my arms, convinced I was going to die. Then my husky suddenly spoke. “Host’s vital signs critically low. Infinite Supply Search System activated.” “Supermarket warehouse one hundred meters ahead. Three thousand freeze-dried meals detected.” “Pharmacy five hundred meters to the left. Five hundred boxes of antibiotics detected.” Three days later, I’d built a fortress with packs of dogs and mountains of supplies. I sat inside eating steak and watching the show. Outside the barbed wire, my mother and brother were on their knees, fighting each other over half a piece of moldy bread. I smiled. “Mom, even dogs wouldn’t eat that. Better savor it.”

When she drove home that night after a long day at work, Mikayla found a mysterious young man lying injured in her parking lot, bloodied and robbed. She rushed him to a hospital. She shockingly found out he had lost all his memories. The handsome young man couldn’t even remember his name. Mikayla let him stay at her place for a day with the expectation that he would leave the next day. The workaholic bank executive didn’t have time to care for any random stranger. But the young man insisted on staying. To drive him away, Mikayla gave an ultimatum. He could stay only if he agreed to be her pet. With a jovial attitude and not many options, he agreed and let her name him Davey, her new pet. After the contract was made, they gradually found out Davey’s identity when his model friend approached him and asked how he was preparing for the upcoming Paris Fashion Week. Who was Davey really? Will this strange relationship work out? Find out in ‘My Pet is a Model’.

Elara, the werewolf princess, has been on the run and in hiding for years after her parents and kingdom were overthrown and her parents were killed when she was in her twenties. She constantly fights off those who hunt her, her life a cycle of evasion and desperate battles. During a fierce confrontation with three pack wolves, a man named Kael intervenes and saves her, revealing himself to be her fated mate. With Kael's assistance, Elara embarks on a journey to reclaim her kingdom and her rightful position as Queen of the Werewolves.

Sazia's heart gets broken when she finds out that the love of her life chose someone else to be with at the mated ceremony. Trying to run away from her past, she melts herself into the human form and loses a bit of her memory due to the incident. With a new name and a new identity, she tries to restart her life again but fate has other plans for her. What would happen when her past starts to haunt her and she is the only one left to save the werewolf pack? Would she go back to her old life or will she choose to move on? There's only one way to find out…