Turns Out Cats Are Endgame
With no one else left, the zombies lifted their heads, sniffed the air—
and turned toward me.
The three cats woke at the same time.
Bubba's eyes snapped open—clear gold, cold underneath.
They stretched, paws sliding forward in one long, lazy reach.
Then they kicked off and shot toward the door.
Every alarm in my head went off. I grabbed Bubba and Missy with both hands.
"Don't be reckless. They might not even find us. If you run out there, you die. It's the apocalypse—we play it safe. We have to."