CATaclysm

Chapter 1: Can of Beans

Clank! The sound of a food can hitting the asphalt went off near Amy's position. Charles and Amy were very careful in not making any sound, for the parking lot was packed with napping cat girls. One single can of beans had ended their silent game of sneaking around.

Charles: Amy? *slowly turns his head* RUN!

They took off running up to the second floor, Clank Clank Clank, the sound of can food bouncing followed them. The meows and purrs of the cat girls were approaching. Their food raid was almost successful if only Amy wasn't so greedy and taken an extra can of beans.

Amy: Quick, a model 2006 truck! Easy too hotwire, cover me!

Amy broke the driver seat window with a brick that was conveniently laying around and got to work. Charles got out his water gun and started to shoot the income cat girls. Their original plan was to successfully raid the supermarket and sneak out walking. But now they were forced to hotwire a car if they wanted a chance at escaping.

Charles: Amy! *firing his water gun* How much longer?

Amy was trying to hotwire the red truck. For a girl she was really good when it came to cars, maybe it was because her father was a mechanic.

Amy: Almost... *car engine starts* Got it!

Charles hopped into the cargo bed of the truck and they took off. Amy on the wheel, "Fire Chars! Fire!" Amy knew Charles before the cataclysm. They were actually dating and she called him "Chars" for short. Although they were able to start the truck it was still almost impossible to escape the lot since they were now surrounded.

Charles: I'm trying but I'm almost out of water! Toss me another water gun!

The cat girls were pretty fast and athletic, just like a cat. But like a cat their main weakness was water. As cute as these human felines might seem, if you're not careful they will literally "UwU" to death.

Amy: Uh chars? We have a problem.

Charles: *turns around* What is it?

The ramp going to the first floor was flooded with cat girls. What will they do now?

Charles: Drive right through them.

Amy: What?

Charles: Dammit woman, I said drive through them! Step on it!

Amy did as she was told. The tires screeched as the truck took off at high speeds. Thud Thud. the sound of bodies hitting the hood of the truck could be heard. Blood all over the windshield. "UwU"s left, right, over, under and all around the truck. But this was life now, it was either them or the cat girls.

Charles: Good driving! We're almost out!

When Charles said that Amy slammed the breaks, Skrrrr. "What the hell Amy!" Charles demanded to know why Amy had stopped the truck. As he turned to see the road in front of him he saw that a little girl was on her knees crying. She must've been no older than 5 years old.

Charles: Damn it! Fine drive around I'll scoop her up on the right side.

Amy accelerated and passed just by the girl, she was soon going to be surrounded by the cat girls. They would only get one shot at picking up the little girl,

Amy: Chars! Be ready!

Charles: I know damn it!

Charles extended his hand to the helpless child. Amy was driving at a speed of 20 MPH, is she slowed down even a little bit the cat girls would catch up. This was going to be no easy task.

Charles: *reaching out his arm* Almost there!

The child touched Charles' arm but didn't attach to it. The attempt to rescue the five year old had failed...