Chapter 3

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"This is how the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper."

-T.S. Eliot "The Hollow Men"

Stay Safe. Stay Alive. Stay Healthy. Stay Free.

By now, Litho was panicked enough to have a heart attack. But she didn't. She held strong. She dropped down in front of Belle's home. The she-cat was sitting at the entrance meowing and scratching frantically at the door.

"Open! Please, open up! Its me, Belle!" the poor she-cat was crying.

"Belle-"

"LITHO!" she turned and ran at me, tears running down her cheeks. Poor thing didn't know anything about the real world. "I looked through the window, and my humans were all pale and wobbily! What happened to them! And they won't answer the door, but they're still there! Its unfair!" Belle was shaking.

"Oh, Belle...." Litho's eyes looked into Belle's. "They're done for. We need to go-"

A scream erupted behind a corner on the street. The wobbily people limped down the street. A dog (golden-furry, golden retriever) barked at one, and attacked the poor thing. So the pale humans attacked animals, too. Litho turned around, to see Belle transfixed to her spot.

"Belle! Lets go!" Litho prodded her with a paw as a pale thing came towards them. "BELLE!" Litho screeched frantically as the thing leaned down, deformed teeth and mouth open wide to swallow them. Litho flung out her wings, and pushed the pale thing back. Her wings were fairly large-In normal for a feathered cat. It was abnormal.

The pale thing grabbed Litho, but she escaped from its grasp. The thing returned to Belle, grabbed the white tabby she-cat, and bit into her like a human would do with a yummy burger.

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