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The roadside was splattered with dark red blood, and occasionally you could see tattered clothes and cleanly gnawed white bones...
It shouldn't be zombies!
Considering the bright sunshine outside and the rippling blue waves on the river, it wasn't an environmental issue like a natural disaster...
Duge was speculating about the cause of the apocalypse.
Suddenly.
A pickup truck fleeing in a panic caught his attention; the truck was carrying rice, wheat flour, and other life necessities. It was careening down the street, with someone in the passenger seat half-hanging out of the window, firing a gun non-stop toward something behind them.
Pursuing them were the stray cats commonly seen in the city, including orange tabbies, calicos, and tabbies, but these cats were each at least one meter in size, nearly three to four times larger than normal cats—they looked like leopards or little tigers.
