Spoiler Alert! Catherine Carrigan: Original badass

It's a Zombie Apocalypse- AHHHH! Don't worry about it, Catherine Carrigan or "the cat" has got it under wraps. The good news about this story? It has a stellar story line and I could see it as a movie like Sin City, a great video game like The Last Of Us Or even a show like Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Catherine isn't your typical rich, well manicured high school student, she's got a small arsenal of weapons hidden in her closet (an arsenal of makeup as well apparently) and she knows how to use them. So when she sees her neighbor suddenly being eaten alive she jumps into action.

Even though I liked the story there were a few questions that came to mind while reading.

Why couldn't they stay in Catherine's mansion? It's explained in the story that she thinks zombies could easily sneak up on them there but the place is loaded with weapons and probably everything they would need for three months! C'mon girl, there's probably plenty of surveillance cameras there. Board up some windows and bring out all of the weapons, game set.
Is a bag filled with makeup and one change of clothes enough? Catherine seems like the high maintenance type and maybe it's just me but, if I were her, I would want some more hygiene products in my bag like deodorant, underwear, toothpaste etc.
How did she get a killer nickname like "the cat"? Has she saved the neighborhood from something else before or something I can understand people calling her Cat, seeing that it's short for Catherine but once you put "The" in front of it, it automatically upgrades to superhero status. She had to do something to earn that, right?

So besides some minor inconsistencies and questions, I think this story has major potential! Come to think of it, is a story really a story if it doesn't make you think?

Favorite line: "It was like Silence of the Lambs in that house."

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