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《○°●•Awake•●°○》

He'd awoken. After days, days of waiting, days of unnoticed sleep. Eyes worried, where was he? Who knows.
The bright sun blasted his pupils, they shrunk from wide white holes, to small white flecks. Squinting, he got up, he raised his paw, as to cover his unprotected eyes from the harsh sun. His long tail sweeped the forest floor, one foot after another, he took slow steps. Eyes darting through and around every bush or tree, his head low and legs weak.
Where am I?
He thought to himself, he'd never been in a forest before, his sleek long black fur, littered with small dust particles, bristling in warm sun. There was a cool breeze, enough to mask his foot steps through the leafy underbrush. He'd still had his collar, green and greys modeled into a camoflauge pattern. His head lifted, rustling in the bushes had alerted him, he tried his best to ignore it, pushing back into his now, faster walk.

He'd been walking for hours now, there was no trace of civilization anywhere. Untill, he'd spotted a house, a distance away, and across a road. He pushed his legs further and harder, paws pounding against the leafy, grass ground. He'd reached the long road, it seemed to have nothing around it, but a mountain? He pushed back into a faster movement, he'd rather not get hit by a machine today.
A house? A town? Is it abandoned?
There was no one here, cat food left out the front, spilling out of the bag. It looked as if someone had dropped it and left it there, did they leave in that much of a hurry?

After a scout of the small deserted town, he raised his snout, moving his nose and inhaling softly. There seemed to be no human scent left, besides corpses, but where? He hadn't seen any on his tour of the place, there were no other cats to been seen, only tied up starving, barking dogs.
His bright purple eyes glimmered in the still, warm sun. The breeze had stopped, the only sound he could hear was, groaning?
What could that be?
He started maneuvering his body around crates and bags, left by the humans, a supermarket, maybe? He propelled himself up on a crate like a loaded spring, a gentle, silent landing onto the crate. He squinted his eyes, maneuvering around the glare on the glass, he could see blood, and flies, rotting food, maggots, animal corpses, and, what was that? It seemed to be breathing.
What is that? It looks like it's been infected with some kind of... fungus?
It had long stringy hair like things growing and moving out of the softer parts of it's body, it was laying on the floor, it was very decayed, it looked dead, certainly it was.
He heard more groans, and noticed it had started moving, what in the world happened here?