My Cat is The Antichrist

My Cat is The Antichrist

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Never trust demonic looking hairless cats that walk around the house in little handmade sweaters After a lifetime in the foster care system, at twenty-six, I received a strange visit. Okay, I may have made it weird answering the door naked. I find out the truth about my parents, inherit a huge manor house and a fortune, and I find out there's some weird prophecy about my birth. I've also been tricked into starting the apocalypse by this wicked looking cat who might be the Antichrist. Did I mention the cat is named after my missing twin brother? Does anyone know how to evict four hot Horsemen of the Apocalypse? Asking for a friend
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The Government took me away from my family when I was 8 years old, they said I wasn't Zombie enough to be considered a Zombie. They had my name changed from something original, but that let's face it doesn't match anything about me, to a normal unique original name. Most zombies did have normal human like names except for me. Now, I'm a human. No one trusts me at all, I don't need a watch thing, but everyone still thinks I'll eat their brains. I sneak out at night to go to Zombie Land. Where I know I belong, but I know if anyone caught me they'd brainwash me.

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