Turns Out Cats Are Endgame
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The mechanical voice rang in my ears.
At the same second, the power grid died. The internet cut out. Lights in the distance blinked off one by one.
It felt like someone hit pause on the world. Even the rustle of leaves sounded sharp.
I eased up to the booth window and looked out.
Inside my old apartment stood three figures—Alan, Bella, and Dylan. Of course they'd teamed up.
A loudspeaker slid out the window. Alan's voice blasted across the complex.
"Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..."