Random Avengers Stories

Cats Take Over (Not Avengers)

I'm sorry if this is horrible, here it goes

The world was empty, all that was left was me. My name is Ettie Hale Bunker, but you can call me Ettie. I'm short, have brown eyes, and blonde hair. Even though I'm short, I am fast, but that doesn't matter because I am the last human left alive, and I'm only 15. The world ended three years ago when the cats went crazy and took over. The first one dead was a man named Peter Johnson. He was an eight-year-old boy that lived in Brigham City Utah. There are wild cats everywhere I can't even go outside without them chasing me around and trying to kill me. I have tried to make contact with them multiple times, but it hasn't worked yet. This might be the last day for me. I am running low on food, and I only have my small dog to keep the cats out. He's getting old and needs to see a vet, but all the vets are dead too. I have to take care of him myself. His name is Hope. I found him when the cats were chasing him trying to kill him. All I have to defend myself is my trusty AR-15, and I'm running low on ammo. There is a store nearby I can get there, and then I can gather more ammo. I leave my house with Hope at my heels in the middle of the night during the full moon when most of the cats gather together. I head left and make it to the store without being spotted, but I'm not safe yet. There may be cats around, so I left Hope on watch. I head over to the ammo section and see that most of the AR-15 ammo is gone. There is a lot of AK-47 ammo, and I can probably find one if I leave my base. I grab the AK-47 ammo and exit the store. I step outside and realize that I took too long. It's the middle of the day, and cats are surrounding me. I look to see why Hope didn't try to warn me, but the cats had him tied up to an old fence and his mouth tied up. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the laser pointer that I keep with me. I pointed it at the rope where my dog was tied up and hoped the cats would attack the rope trying to get the laser. They stole the laser from me and broke it. All that I had now was what I just grabbed from the store. The cats started advancing on me, and I knew what I had to do. I jumped over them like a kangaroo, grabbed Hope, and ran to my base as fast as a cheetah. The cats would know where I lived, but I have traps set up that I could have time to run if need to, and I need to move. I grabbed my bag and used the emergency escape route I had made. I had my bike all set up and ready to go already, so I put my helmet on, hopped on my bike, put my gun and Hope in the basket and rode off to find some AR-15 ammo or an Ak-47. I rode for a few hours then realized we hadn't eaten all day, so I stopped, and I had a snack of moldy beans and mushy bananas while Hope ate some old jerky. When I stopped the next time, it was because a whole line of cats were blocking my way out of town. They didn't see me yet, so I turned to find a new way out, and soon. I stop in my mother's old home to see if I could spend the night there, but I realized that was the worst decision of my life. My mom's body lies on the ground, rotting, covered in her own blood. My younger sister's body was the same way slightly further from our mother. I didn't see my father anywhere, so he was probably going to pick me up from school when they attacked our home. My mother was holding her lucky bow with arrows in her pack as they always were. My sister had her knife tight in her hand. My father probably took his rifle with him when he left. I sat there and cried for the whole night my mother and sister both killed in our own house. The next day I buried them both and borrowed their weapons, just in case I needed them. I took off again when the sun was setting, and made it to the next town before it became too dark to see. I pulled out my instant tent, grabbed my weapons, and went inside. I put Hope by the door, so he can alert me if a cat comes close. I woke up the next morning to find that Hope had already gathered our supplies and left some food out for our breakfast. We continued on our journey, and we only stopped for food or sleep. After about five days I found my father by the bike path. I couldn't believe my dad was still alive. I thought I was all alone. I ran up to him with Hope at my heels, but he didn't look at me. He only looked at Hope, and must have thought he was a cat. My father pointed his rifle at Hope and shot. The bullet missed Hope, but it hit me. I screamed out in pain and Hope started barking. I saw my father running up to me, felt Hope lick the wound, and the last thing I said was "please take care of my dog, Father." before everything went black.