"Wow, this is boreing." I mumbled, stopping when I saw my reflection in a mirror.
I had the head of a cat, large and sharp golden eyes, thin lips with sharp canines sticking out, incrediably long hair, a white, tattered dress, and my fur glinted orange and yellow. I was muscular and thin, built for speed. My long tail brushed the ground and wrapped around one of my long, cat-like legs. I looked at my claws, I could retract them easily. I sighed, I was turned into...this, by the stupid green flu.
My ears lied back when I heard gunshots in the distance, "Shit." I ran towards the sound. Leaping onto a building and watching from above as the four survivors shot at an on coming hoard, "You know, there is a point in life when you know someones out to get you." I sighed as I watched. Since I was bored I decided to play, I grabbed a good sized rock and chucked it down smirking when it landed on a zombies head.
"Ah great! Now its raining rocks!" Someone yelled.
"Francis, shut up." a girl snapped.
I chuckled "Wow." I watched for awhile as they fought of the hoard and then I followed them. Quietly I leapt from building to building, listening on their conversations-that were really random.
"I hate birds." the one I had come to know as Francis said.
"Yeah, birds are dicks." Zoey agreed. I shook my head, the ones called Bill and Louis doing the same.
My ear twitched back as I heard the sounds of the hoard approaching. I looked at the survivors, they didnt notice, I liked listening to these people they were interesting and sure as heck not boring, I didnt want them to die, "HOARD!" I yelled and ducked behind a table, that sat on the roof.
I listened to them shout, shoot, and sometimes laugh, as I stayed hidden. After a few minutes I snuck back to the wall and looked down at them, bad move there, Louis looked me straight in the eye and raised his gun.
"Uh, hunter, I guess? I dont know, shoot!" I yelped as bullets came towards me, I ducked, but it was to late. A speeding and burning piece of metal took of part of my ear.
"Holy crap, thats hot!" I screeched as my hand went up to my burning ear, feeling something hot and sticky. "Crap, crap, crap, crap." I growled as I felt the blood and chared skin, it smelt terrible. I growled as the pain grew and after a few minutes faded, "Ow." blood tangled my orange hair and fur, the discusting scent still clung to it. "Ugh, Bens gonna be pissed." I grumbled, face-palming.
"I dont think we killed it." came the girls voice from stair case, I sat wide-eyed, stareing at the door that led onto the roof.
"Today is just not my day." I growled lowy, putting extra emphasis on the not, I quickly stood up. My previous statment was proven when I was about to jump off the building onto the other, when the door slammed open. My head swiveled around to meet four people, guns aimed, and eyes wide. "Shit!" I growled and stomped my foot.
"It can talk?" Louis asked.
"Well my lips are moving and words are comin' out, what would you call that, Louis?" I placed my hands on my hips, forgetting that they had guns, and cocking a brow.
All fours eyes shot open, while Francis merely snorted, "Uh, well do you have a name?" wow Louis was making an effort, and not to kill me!
"Cat." I grumbled, eyeing the pain pills sitting on the table I had been hideing behind moments ago, wow I was oblivious some times. In one swift moment I flipped over them, onto the table, grabbed the pain pills, and was on the next building. I glanced back at them and darted as fast as I could back to the warehouse.
"What the hell did you do?" Sabrina yelled as I leapt threw the window and back into Logans room.
"There are these things called people, and they have these things called guns." I growled, tossing the pain pills at her, after snatching a couple in my hand, "Now hand me the bandages and I'll be set." she sighed and handed me a packet, "Thank-you." I mumbled, walking out the door. I took the quickest way to my room, and smacked straight into something hard.
"Hey, watch it!" I nearly roared as I looked up, stepping back to see Bens confused face.
"What-?" I cut him off.
"Humans, plus guns, equal OW." I growled, walking past him and into my room, slamming the door. I looked into the cracked mirror that hung on the far wall, wincing as I saw the blood and bits of burnt skin, I gently wrapped it, jumping and hissing at how sensitive it was.
Popping a few pain pills in and flopped down on my bed, pulling the purple sheets over my legs, my hand automatically grabbed the golden locket that hung from my neck. I plucked a claw in and opened the heart shaped metal, frowning at the pictures in side. On one side was a blond woman, tall and pretty with pink lips, blue eyes, and glasses. Beside her was a red-headed woman, a white dress clung to her thin and muscular body. Green eyes glinted dangerously in her heart shaped face as a orange cat and a black cat sat beside her feet.
"Aw Rachel...I miss you. Always saying you and Nick were perfect for eachother." I shook my head at the thought of her ex-husband, "You know how much trouble I got into when I prank called him, saying he was gonna die in seven days?" I chuckled, a few tears sliding out of my eyes. Rachel was killed by a group of commons, they had also taken away my cats Queen and Isis. "Ugh, Im sorry I wasnt there." I growled, clutching the locket as I doozed off, pain pills kicking in.
*** Second chapter, sorry it took so freakin' long, I suck at this. Im gonna write another story with her in it, so keep eyes peeled if you like Cat ^.^ sorry it was short.***