Sounds of growling and blaring alarms filled the air.
"Aah!" Fire woke up. She was in some kind of, cage. "What the hell is this?"
A lock blocked the way out. She walked over, and shattered it with her knife.
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The forest seemed, empty. Nothing ran, no cats, no foxes, no wolves, no prey, nothing.
Not even a sweet forest scent. What happened? Was she the last in the world? She came across someone, behind a tree.
"Hello! I want to know what happened! Can you tell me?"
The cat stood up, wobbly. It turned around. It's body was rotting away, the skin was mold-colored.
"What the hell are you?" It limped closer and closer. "Don't make me stab you!" She had to, there was nothing else to do. She threw the knife, right at the heart. But it didn't fall.
"What?" Teleporting her knife in her paw again, she aimed for the head. That time, the thing fell, and never rose again.
"The brain is what you need." She went to fly in the trees, but she couldn't. Metal spikes on a wire surrounded one of her wings. Her wing looked rather bruised. But she felt no pain. It must've numbed out. Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes startled her. It had that scent.
"Come out and don't be afraid!"
A voice came from the bush. "Fire?"
The voice, was recognizable. "Spike?!"
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The Scratching Dead: Book 1: Survive
FantasyLet's say, a zombie apocalypse has broken out in the animal world. (lol wat.) Fire, Berry Paws, Raven, Aqua, Scorch, Cinnamon, etc. How would this work? Who would die? Find out in "The Scratching Dead!"
