"Who is talking? Ah! A monster!"
Molly elegantly licked the blood from her paws. Her supposedly bad legs looked especially strong and powerful.
"Mom, don't call us that. We're your little babies."
I repeated to myself, "They're my own children. They aren't monsters. They aren't monsters. It must be the system boost that lets them talk."
"We don't belong here."
Even though I had tried to prepare myself, I still jumped when Max spoke again.
It turned out they had come from 30 years in the future.
The apocalypse had lasted for a very long time. In the constant struggle between zombies and nature, both sides had kept evolving.
Zombies evolved first. After that, the pets serving as guardians evolved too.
Some pets became strength-based fighters. Some became agility-based fighters. Othe
