Apocalyptic, but not panic. Mom’s house is still standing as if in livable condition. As I begin to realize a zombie infection is spreading, I notice rats in the house. They are squeaking at the windows, trying to get out – the sickness has obviously made them very dumb.
The fence between our house and the east neighbor was gone in the back, and I was talking to a little girl whose family had taken refuge there. She really wanted company, but I was getting creeped out about making friends with a child that might become infected and subsequently need to be neutralized.
I decide that it will be best to take refuge upstairs. I rush into the house quickly to make it past the rats, but looking over, I notice a kitten in there. I kept calling it to follow me, but the horde of rats wouldn’t let it past. So, I reached over and pulled it out and gently tossed it toward the stairs, but when I felt the soft fur of the rats around my hand and realized they were kittens, too. They were Ogle’s and Luna was old and listless to the side. They were all her kittens.
Before I awoke, I began to wonder if I should free them. But knew they would become infected. If I left them, they would starve to death in their own filth. They were too many to look after, especially in this circumstance. I finally wondered how I would kill them. And then woke wondering if I could.