The cat was huge."Ummm....Hey there..Nice Kitty....Don't kill me..."I said to it.The cat sniffed me,then started headbutting its head into my hand,like it wanted me to pet it.It then sat on my face.(This was something my cat did before you-know-what happened.)I was suffocating.I eventually got out from under the cat.I noticed it looked like Ollie,My cat before the war.Had he mutated? hopefully he won't kill us,the survivors.I pet him and he starts purring.I noticed he had something in his mouth.He gives it to me.It's a collar.It's Ollie's collar."Ollie?you survived? Good boy!"said and start petting him.I pet his "special spot"and he loves it.It is Ollie.I fill up the can with gasoline (and get a bit on my hands)and we go on our way back to the tree fort.
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The End of My Town (How I survived WW3)
General Fiction...Normal town...normal people... blah,blah,blah...boring,boring,boring ...until something horrible happened. Meh, I shouldn't spoil it
