CHAPTER FIVE
Chapter 5: Galene @ 0.6x nhs
“Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead,” Gal fumbled with her keys and got into her apartment. She ran to her balcony and looked around for Simba. Yes, she had named her orange cat, Simba. He meowled and came up to her, rubbing his fur on her shoes.
“Oh, there you are. Sorry I forgot to pour your food this morning, Simba. I didn’t hear the alarm, and then I didn’t have time to dress and there was traffic, like always…”
The cat ignored her. Thankfully, he still had his instincts and had turned practically feral, hunting birds and rats, feeding himself. Otherwise he’d have starved a long time ago.
She stared a moment at her flower pots. Or, more accurately, her pots with dried up dirt and dead plants in them. She wanted to have some nice fl
