Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305 The Mutant Tabby Cat

Once the call ended, Will spoke up, “What is the plan, boss?”

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Joanna got up and handed her empty cup back to Julian. “Let’s put in the work. As long as no one is watching, we can just kill them quickly and do a half-hearted search for supplies. We can turn the cores in and trade.”

RJ spoke up tentatively, her brow furrowing slightly. “Boss… how about we trade the rats?”

Everyone froze, staring at Joanna hard. She saw their terrified expressions and laughed out loud. “What crispy rat tail doesn’t excite you?”

Julian got a face of utter disgust, his sophisticated demeanor cracking for a brief second. He turned away leaving them on the grass. “I will be relaxing and watching television,” he muttered, walking back toward the

villa.

The team was still a little uneasy about the prospect of a rat meal waiting for them in the real world. Joanna smiled and put her arm around RJ, shaking her head. “Don’t worry. I promise to get rid of the rats.”

With a wave of her hand, Joanna flashed the group out of the warm, ambient light of her storage space and threw them right back into the freezing, dark reality of the second-floor apartment. Briggs silently pulled the heavy dining chair away from the front doorknob and cracked the door open.

The hallway was dead silent, save for the faint thuds of Edward’s team shuffling around on the floor above. The twenty-five zombies were still up there, waiting in the dark.

They half-heartedly searched the apartments. RJ stayed on high alert, ready to use the mental link the second any zombie popped up. The group split up across the long hallway, but Will stayed right by Joanna’s side. The rest of the team could clear this entire building in minutes if they actually had to use their real strength, so she wasn’t worried about their safety.

Moving through the dark rooms, they picked up a meager haul of canned goods, winter clothing, soap, toothbrushes, and anything else that looked semi-clean. Finally, Joanna kicked through the door to the last apartment on the floor with Will, stepping over the splintered wood.

She began to walk the perimeter of the apartment while Will strode into the small kitchen. A couple had lived there at some point, but the bare shelves and empty closets made it look like they had successfully packed up their things and fled before the freeze fully set in.

Suddenly, Joanna spotted a dead, mutated rat lying on the dusty ground in the hallway. She paused, her eyes narrowing as she looked closer.

The creature was massive, easily twenty pounds, but it was half-eaten and still completely frozen. The clean, jagged bite marks on its torso didn’t come from another rodent.

She looked over at Will, her voice barely a whisper as she gripped the handle of her hatchet. “Stay alert.”

Before Will could reply, a soft, wet scraping sound echoed from the dark ceiling vent directly above the kitchen counter.

A massive cat squeezed itself out of the ceiling vent, landing with an impossibly quiet thud directly onto the kitchen counter. Will gasped and stumbled backward, his hands trembling as he raised his metal weapon.

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Chapter 305 The Mutant Tabby Cat

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The creature crouching on the counter was terrifying. It possessed piercing, bright yellow eyes that locked to Will with predatory intelligence, and its thick body was covered in a dense coat of gray-striped fur. It looked exactly like a normal, domestic tabby cat, except it was easily fifty pounds-the size of a well- muscled bobcat or small panther.

But the absolute scariest part wasn’t its sheer size. It was how healthy the beast looked. In a frozen wasteland where human survivors were skinny, dirty, and losing fingers to frostbite, this animal’s coat was thick, glossy, and immaculate. It was well-fed and thriving in the middle of an icy apocalypse.

Joanna stared at the beast, then glanced down the hallway toward the half-eaten, frozen twenty-pound mutant rat. The math connected instantly. This cat hadn’t just been surviving the winter; it had been actively apex-hunting the giant rodents and apex-predating anything else that dared enter its territory.

The fifty-pound feline lowered its chest against the counter, its long, thick tail twitching slowly as its yellow eyes shifted from Will to the sharp edge of Joanna’s hatchet. It let out a deep, rumbling purr that sounded more like an idling motorcycle engine than a house pet.

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