The city was silent. The suburbs and streets seemed to be devoid of all life, the usual sounds of traffic and angry drivers completely absent.

A cat walked across the road as it spotted something interesting lying on the opposite sidewalk. Hmm. It thought to itself. A delightfully new sensation. The loud metal pests are strangely silent today. As expected they're too preoccupied with my feline grace to make any noise whatsoever. It didn't stop to consider that nothing of the sort had ever occurred before today. After all, it was still just a cat. It approached the strange two legs that had been graced with its attention. The creature was lying down in a pool of spreading red for some reason and the cat decided that the liquid smelt quite delicious. Not as good, maybe, as the food its other pet two legs offered as tribute, but good enough to satiate its refined palette, it decided. Yes, it would do quite nicely…

It was a strange day when you woke up to a cat enthusiastically licking your face, especially when you didn't own one. It was a terrible day when you woke up in the middle of the street, in a pool of your own blood and who knows what and remembered that you'd been hit by a truck. Arthur groggily opened his blood-encrusted eyes and wiped the cat slobber off his face. He groaned. His body felt like it had taken a pummeling from his Muay Thai instructor and his left hand definitely wasn't meant to look like that.

Wait… was it… backwards!

He quickly got to his feet or at least he tried to but a dizzying wave of pain quickly made him sit back down. Taking a deep steadying breath, Arthur tried to make sense of his situation. He remembered going to university for his medical exam, talking to Liz, the beginnings of his guilty confession and finally being hit by a truck. No, something’s definitely wrong in that sequence of events. You didn't survive getting hit by a truck and it didn't take his years of studying human biology to tell him that. That was just plain, common knowledge.

A sense of vertigo gripped him though, as he looked up to see a dented vehicle in front of him with an Arthur-shaped dent on its hood. Arthur took another deep breath. He'd been hit by a truck. Liz had disappeared. And he was still somehow alive!

Arthur thought back to see if he had taken any drugs earlier that day but that couldn't be right. He’d seen the devastating effects they could have on someone first-hand. He would never take them. With those thoughts came the rush of guilt that usually accompanied them, but he hastily thrust those emotions aside. Now wasn't the time for a mental breakdown.

He was dead for god's sake or at least supposed to be. Arthur looked around the street and realised it wasn't just Elizabeth that had disappeared. Everyone was gone. All the crashed cars were empty as if the whole city had just decided to take a trip somewhere and leave his dead body on the sidewalk.

Well, maybe not everyone. Arthur smirked as he looked back down at the cat that was still enthusiastically licking his blood off the concrete floor, except it probably came out as more of a grimace of pain.

Bobcat level 2- Happy, hungry

He blinked, surprised at the blue identification tag that appeared above the cat. He closed his eyes, counted to ten and looked back at it.

Bobcat level 3- Happy, tired