rot

one- patches

:the song above is the song that mostly matches the story:

I looked outside the window of this empty home.

The only ones here were me and my human.

But in this world, the streets were filled with roaming, starving cats, looking for a chance to live.

I've seen new cats everyday, none of the old ones come back down this street.

There was one straight road, going perfectly down the street.

Next to it was grass. Farther down, a forest with cats that fend for themselves, no care for the humans.

There were many other human dens near us, which were called houses, but I prefer human dens.

They laid straight down the street.

Come to think of it, everything was straight.

I licked my paw, trying to get rid of the fly germs that was laying on my paw.

I swatted at it a few times when it came back.

I looked out the window again, wondering how the cats live.

I've never been out there. I was always curious though.

I've never tried to sneak out, knowing that my human would see me.

But today, with all these thoughts, I'm determined.

I jumped down onto the couch, and then onto the floor.

I hopped down the stairs, looking to see if my human was home.

She had fallen asleep, one hand touching the floor with one of the human objects in it.

At some point, I thought she could've died.

I snuck out through one of the cracked windows.

It hurt terribly, and I was defiantly bleeding, but it was worth it.

The outside has a...weird smell.

It has the smell of rotten foods, and some smells I never smelt, so I cant identify them.

But there were about a pack of cats running down the street, being chased by a human with a net.

Once he saw me, I knew I was part of this chase.

I ran with the cats, hoping they wouldn't notice I wasn't one of them.

I looked behind.

He was only 8 paws away.

I wanted to tell them to run faster, but they all seemed to be getting weak.

They yowled in defeat as some of them fell down, weak and panting.

I nudged them, but they acted like I wasn't there.

I meowed, and yowled, hissed and scratched, but nothing got their attention.

Once I looked back, there was no human with a net.

Was my mind playing tricks?

When I looked at the cats, they were nonexistent.

I kept looking around, no sign of anything I've seen.

Was this possibly a dream? Or hallucination?

I looked at my back, which let the blood drops drip down.

I quickly licked it, hoping I wouldn't die.

I was always afraid of death. Its terrible.

Having someone die is like having a part of you rot.