Novel & Cerita Nyan Cat Apocalypse

A burst of loud bangs broke out in the distance. The two of them and the cat looked back. In the far end of the Fake God City, there seemed to be a massive earthquake. The high-rise buildings collapsed. Smoke and dust rose to the sky. Underground flames burst out. Magma began to flow like a river between the huge buildings along the street... "What's going on?" "It seems like this world is about to be destroyed...." "Meow, I can smell the destruction of the world!" The two men and the cat were shocked by what they saw.

“What’s the crisis this time?” “The storm. It’s here.” The storm he had talked about some days back. The miniscule detail that I had to help Ryan... I thought I still had time for that. "What do you mean it's here?" “I mean it’s in New York. It’s already started,” Ryan snapped. “Supernatural creatures are dying by the dozen... vampires, shifters, witches... whatever this thing is, it’s cutting through them like they’re nothing.” "How can something like a storm kill you guys? Don't you have magic and all?"

The power of the sin of laziness running through my veins daily was already a sufficient memory. "Lena, we're kind of in a pre-apocalypse, you know?" Began Zylah in the tone of someone who desperately tries to sound with affection to someone who is totally out of his mind." We need to have at least one chance to survive. And I saw the way those people at the bar watched us. I saw that man who followed us. And I know that God willing, he can end everything in a snap of his fingers. So, if you have any cards up your sleeve, you should wear them before it's too late. Call someone. Tell me what's going on. If he helps, great, if he doesn't help, at least we'll have someone to blame when everyone

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.

In her last life, the zombie outbreak started on the 11th. The apocalypse would happen on August 11.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

He bundled up my three sleeping cats in one go and flung open the window, ready to toss them out. Quick as lightning, I stepped in front of him, blocking his move. "Dominic, what are you doing? I raised them!" He exploded on the spot. "Haven't you heard the notice? The apocalypse starts in twenty-four hours! You expect these blind, crippled cats to protect you?" I planted myself firmly in front of the window, refusing to budge. When brute force didn't work, he tried persuasion. "Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible."

After that no more families came to foster her. "Hellooooooo...." Mandi waved her hand in front of Ally's far off stare. Snapping back to the present, Alyssa saw the green eyes that belong to the tall, auburn hair, annoyingly happy orphan, that was looking at her with such concern. "Happy Birthday, Ally cat." Mandi smiled as she turned to rummage through Alyssa's dresser. "It's your eighteenth birthday how do you feel? Any different?" She almost cooed.

Snowy, usually feral, hung limp—dead asleep. Bubba and Missy didn't react either. Heads down. Out cold. Still talking, Alan moved to toss Snowy into the tank. "Don't!" I shouted. "I'll leave. Just don't hurt them." Only then did he fling Snowy back at me. "Smart. Get the hell out. Come back and I'll feed you to the crocs too." One hour until the apocalypse. My fully stocked home? Gone. I was out on the street with my three cats.

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.