CHAPTER ONE : THE CITY WENT SILENT BUT NOT THE MEOWS
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.
Humans were dying within six hours. Their lungs filled. Breathing became impossible. Hospitals overflowed. Beds ran out. Doctors could do nothing but watch people suffocate.
Dogs died even faster.
Only one species was untouched.
Cats.
Not a single cat showed symptoms.
The government noticed.
Trucks moved through the city. Men in uniforms grabbed cats from streets, homes, and shelters. They wanted to study them. They believed cats carried a resistance and energy, a secret that could save humans. That's a hope for humans to return to the city.
Some families refused to leave their cats behind. They carried them onto the ships, holding them like hope itself.
But most people didn’t.
Fear made them selfish.
Fear made them forget.
As night arrived, the ships filled quickly. People who were already sick collapsed before boarding. Others watched their loved ones die and could do nothing. One by one, the ships left.
And then… silence.
The sun slowly sank below the buildings.
No human voices.
No engines.
No footsteps.
The city was empty.
But the city was not dead.
From alleys, rooftops, broken windows, and dark corners, shapes began to move.
Cats.
Quiet. Alert. Watching.
They moved toward one place," the subway."
Deep underground, far from the light, a vast hidden space opened up. Cats arrived from every direction. Street cats. Home cats. Big cats. Small cats. All colors. All breeds.
No fighting, no fear, only waiting.
More than 12,000 cats gathered together.
A gray cat climbed onto a broken platform and spoke calmly:
“The leader is on the way.”
The crowd grew silent. Then she appeared. White like a drifting cloud.
One eye is green. One eye blue.
She walked through the crowd as they parted for her slowly, respectfully.
Not like a ruler, like something greater.Not a leader. A queen.
She stepped onto the stage, her tail steady, her gaze sharp. And for the first time since the world ended…
The cats were ready to choose their future.
She stood at the edge of the broken platform, her white fur glowing softly under the flickering lights. The underground air felt heavy, but her voice was clear. Calm. Unshaken.
“My name is Catakee,” she said.
Silence followed.
“I was chosen as queen for the future of cats.”
No one moved.
No one doubted.
“We are the resistance.
We are the power.
We are untouched.”
Her eyes scanned the crowd.
“The flu destroyed the city above us.
It took humans.
It took dogs.
It took everything.”
She paused.
“But not us.”
A low murmur passed through the crowd.
“There is nothing left here,” Catakee continued. “Only empty streets and dead memories. This place no longer belongs to life.”
She lifted her head.
“Our path is south.
To the land we came from.
To the wild that remembers us.”
She took a step forward.
“A new life.
A new path.
A new beginning.
A new world.”
Her voice grew stronger.
“Only us.”
“No more human flu.
No more human control.
No more human obsession.”
The words settled heavily.
“No more human friends.”
Some cats shifted. Some lowered their heads.
“Humans are gone,” she said softly. “This truth is new to us. It is strange. It is painful. But it is real.”
She looked at them all.
“We will walk through this together.
We will learn.
We will survive.”
She raised her tail, steady and proud.
“Who will come with me?”
For a moment, the underground world held its breath.
Then paws began to step forward.
One by one.
The meow meows echoed outside the underground - the only sound in the city.
And the future began.
