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《Detrimental》

Panting and heavy breathing, his lungs were hurting, the occasional gulp and returning for air. He'd been running and running from these, things, they were covered in fungus, and trailing this weird black slime, the hair like strands were waving and swirling aggressively in the air, these people were no longer people, controlled, alive but dead.
Furious pounding of paws lead him to a tree, he unsheathed his claws and hoped he was able to climb high enough to get away, luckily his claws and legs were over fueled with adrenaline, he was able to run up the tree and jump onto the top of an almost collapsed house, at least he'd lost them. His head darted around, he was trembling, it was like he was trying to balance on a tiny iceberg, if he wanted to live much longer, he'd have to get tougher, and learn how to survive.
Well, no use standing here, I need to make a start on, something.
The scattering of his little paws on the tin roof were almost unnoticeable by anything around, he was such a small cat.
He'd moved his legs, while sliding down the roof, to leap into the yard of one of the houses, he'd noticed a dog in the yard, luckily he also saw a chain, the dog was tied up, and it didn't have access to the whole yard.
He stood up tall, his tail sweeped across the overgrown, dying grass, and curled around his feet. His head high, he announced to himself;
This is where it all starts.
He grinned at himself, his eyes sharp, his white pupils swirled and dashed around, looking at the chained up dog.
What do I do about you? Ah, I know.

A slash of his claws had wounded the dog, the dog was sickly, but still dangerous. The dog lunged for him, the dogs large, blunt claws barely missing his skin, the dog barked and growled, he'd hoped the noise wouldn't attract any nearby ghouls. That's what he'd decided to call the mind-controlled corpses, this dog seemed to be infected with the same thing. Half of the dogs head seemed to be dangling off of its face, it only has 3 legs and a broken tail. Exposed ribs, maggots feasting on its insides. He propelled himself over the dog, confusing it, before he landed slashes and wounds onto the dogs neck and back.
What do I have to do to kill you!?
The dog just would not die.
Time to try something else, I guess.
He shook his head and hissed at the dog, he ran circles and circles untill the dog was tied into it's own chain, he continued to tempt the dog, and it worked. The dog had pulled so hard on it's own body and chain, it had cut the dog into pieces, blood and fungus had spilled everywhere, the tentacle like things that were coming out of the dogs eyes were furious wriggling, before they stilled.
Heavily breathing, He inspected the dog, what could he take off of this dog, and make his own?