Turns Out Cats Are Endgame
The screaming outside dragged on for almost half an hour.
Then it stopped.
When the silence settled in, I slowly lifted my head.
Something black rolled to my feet.
Bubba stood there, 24-karat gold eyes shining, chin tipped up like he'd just saved the world.
"Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?"
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Who just talked?
"Ahhh—monsters!"
Missy calmly licked the blood off her paw. The leg that used to limp looked strong now.