The underground space slowly filled with quiet movement. The meeting was over, but the questions had just begun. Cats gathered in small groups, whispering in low voices, tails flicking with uncertainty. Everyone agreed to leave the city. That part was clear. But no one knew exactly where to go.
The wild was a word many had only heard before.
Some cats remembered it.
Older cats.
Street cats.
Cats who once slept under trees and in the rain.
The radio kept repeating the same message, again and again:
“The ship is moving tonight. Those who are not affected by the flu will be boarded.”
The city fell into chaos.
People ran through the streets holding their loved ones. Mothers dragged children. Friends carried friends. Every corner echoed with coughing, crying, and fear. Some people collapsed where they stood, gasping for air.
The flu had no name.
It spread faster than anyone imagined.
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