My Guardians are Three Disabled Cats

Summary

When the zombie apocalypse hit, pets turned into guardians. The system allowed three per person.

My best friend spent a fortune on three Tibetan Mastiffs. My landlord cleared out his fish tank for a trio of alligators. My boyfriend stormed the city zoo and came back with a lion.

And me? I had three stray cats. The oldest was blind, the middle one had a limp, and the youngest was barely a month old.

The moment the System locked in our pet registrations, I knew.

I was screwed.

My whole plan was to hide with my three disabled cats and just… survive. Quietly.