Cas shivered under the thin blanket. He looked around the small room and kept his hand on his gun. The sound of crickets filled the night.
Cas sighed and curled up into a ball. The world was lonely after the zombie apocalypse started. There were far more zombies than people by now.
His small kitten that he had rescued earlier that day walked over to him. She meowed and laid down next to him.
Cas stroked her silky, black fur. She purred in delight and rested her head on his chest.
"What should I name you?" Cas asked.
She meowed.
"How about Lily?" He asked.
She purred, as if saying yes.
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"If there's people out there, I'm going to find them," Dean said ripping his arm from Ellen's grip.
"Dean, that's basically suicide! The zombies have tripled since last month!" She yelled.
"My little brother could be out there. I'm not going to him die," he said as he grabbed his Glock 17.
"He's probably already dead," Ellen shouted.
Dean rolled his eyes, "Bye Ellen," he mumbled as he exited the gate that blocked them off from the zombies.
There was only one in sight and Dean shot it, killing it.
"Please be careful Dean," Ellen begged from behind the gate.
Dean nodded as he gripped his duffel bag strap.