Megan watched as the last of her neighbors loaded their belongings into the truck. “Good. I can’t stand those people anyways!” she sneered as she closed all the blinds. “Good riddance to bad trash!”
She couldn’t stand people. She became disillusioned after a series of volatile relationships, and family drama. She became reclusive, and rarely ever left the house.
“Boy, these blackouts are lasting longer, and longer,” she muttered to herself as she lit another candle.
Megan was oblivious to what was going on in the world. Solar flares had caused society to go off the grid. People were turning on each other, and riots were starting all over the world.
Megan always made sure that she stocked up on necessities. She didn’t want to leave the house, because she was tired of seeing the ugliness mankind displayed toward each other.
She shivered despite being wrapped up in several blankets. She could feel frost forming around her nose, and fingertips. “I don’t remember the last time the power has been on. I’m not sure how long I’ll last without heat!”
She fell into a deep sleep.
Megan was awakened by a loud “meow.”
She kicked the covers off. “Damn strays!”
She was frozen in shock as she looked out her door. She was surrounded by giant balls of twine. “Damn, how long has it been since I left the house?” she wondered.
Megan screamed as a large humanoid cat with yellow eyes approached her. It was wearing suspenders. It scooped her up, and put her in its pocket. “Hi. I’m Randall. Where’s all your fur? Do you want to play?”
Randall presented her to a giant white cat with black blotches. It was wearing wire-rimmed glasses, and a tie. “Can I keep her, dad? She can be my pet.”
The black, and white cat adjusted its glasses. “Son, you don’t even know what that thing is.”
“Are there any more humans?” Megan inquired.
“Wait a minute,” Randall replied, “I think I read about humans in my history book. They haven’t been around for at least a hundred years…”