In a quick recap, my name is Spark. This town started off small and fertile, and it eventually got bigger and bigger. There was a great science lab in the east district that was progressing well, until it happened. They were finding new things so quickly. One of the new inventions was a war machine, built to disable vehicles and kill on sight. The cat army forced them to make more, even upgrade them every once in a while. They made a prototype, model number T34, that went missing from the lab. Murders started happening, and the police system didn't know what was going on, until a couple weeks back, when it all went to shit. All the new models based off the prototype broke out, killed most of the population. My survivor team consisted of me, Rodge, and Flicker. I'm now living by myself, all alone, waiting for my death. You see, I'm one of the sole survivors, and that prototype is tracking me down. I have raided many stores for food and supplies with my buddies. Rodge got killed when one collapsed. Me and Flicker needed some food, and went to the nearest shell. The place was full of goods and a shopping cart. The prototype T34 tracked us and found us as we were leaving. Flicker was caught in the explosion and got incinerated. I've stored myself a tiny hole next to a couple of candles, all of our food, and behind a dumpster. It knows where I am. I can't fight this. I was dead from the start.

Pantslad saw blood stains under the words and a bullet hole under it. He then noticed. "Wait, this was that place that was quarantined, it's off limits, and most importantly, an abandoned city. Now everyone, don't go anywhere near a science lab! got it?"

"Yes!" said the others.

Pantslad replied back, "Okay, we need to lea-" There was rattling going on somewhere everyone looked around. Headlights appeared. Pantslad finally noticed, "Cars!" he screamed. They all ran to the bus, a couple cats already in there. Cars came from all directions, smashing the bus in as everyone went in and the bus drove off. Cars were still following, and Pantslad was eager to find a safe place to stay. The cars made a roadblock in front of them.

"What do we do!" cried Frosty as they neared the roadblock.

"What we always do," said Pantslad as the bus smashed into the roadblock, hurdling cars in every direction. Cars were still following, but Pantslad improvised. "Wait, look, into the Marriott Hotel. We will find safety there!"