Bomb blast or gunshot

I took a deep calming breath but I could only calm down when my cat came to me with a gold envelope.

"Are you okay? You look pale," my cat asked worriedly.

I smiled and wiped off the cold sweat on my forehead. "Let us return home," I told my cute cat as I walked towards the exit.

"What happened?" My cat asked obviously not falling for my it's-okay act.

"We must return home, I am uncomfortable being here," I hastily replied.

From finding myself in world with humans who loved irrationally colored hair and cats, I have found something crazier than that.

I wanted to run to a hole and hide but I knew that I possibly could not run away from my stalker.

"We are going to encounter some troubles. That is when the real fight begins. So many people wish they could get the card," the cat told me on the way back home as I drove fast.

Surprisingly, the news of people trying to get the card from me, did not scare me as much the stalker did.

Well, that did not last long because I got scared when I heard a gunshot.

I have never heard a real gunshot before but I swear that you don't need anyone to tell you what it was especially when you have watched only a few action movies.

I ducked down and reached for my gun from my bag and gave it to my cat. I don't know why I was giving a female college student (now a cat) a gun.

Could she even use it? Well, that was the least of my worries as I was trying to keep the car from going off the deserted road.

The car stayed on the road and I drove it back to the direction we came from with the cat, that is my new home. It was not funny at all as I tried to remain calm and not freak out.

"Let us switch places," the cat told me urgently as I noticed two cars coming from behind.

If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?

Take the gun when you only held one today and you don't know how use it while giving the cat the steering to drive or remain in control of the steering wheel while letting the cat shoot when you have never seen it use a gun?

My brain literally froze for a few seconds like an overloaded computer as it tried hard to process the crazy data it was given.

My impatient cat did not wait for my answer since I was unable to react as it pushed me away from the seat into the co-pilot seat in a fluid movement that shocked me.

I looked at it as it returned to its small shape and sat on the chair after pressing a few buttons. I heard the gun shot again and I ducked.

I got jealous of the cat which had no need for such movements as it sat glaring at me.

"You must shoot them or we will both die here. If we don't die and they get the card, we will be forced to live here forever."

Hearing that, I looked at the black heavy object in my hand and my hands shook so much that I could not hold it properly.

Someone, please help, I have never used a one before.

I glanced at the cars through the side mirror before pulling out my hand and pointed the gun while praying that they don't shoot my hand.

I pulled the trigger. The forced that pulled me back had me pulling my hands back into the car. What I saw through the side mirror had me smiling.

I looked down at the gun again and this time, I brought it to my mouth and kissed it. What sort of gun could get a car exploded after one single shot?

Well, my gun.

I was so proud of the gun. I could now understand how my father felt whenever I won an award from competitions.

"Where did you shoot? How was that possible?" the cat asked looking at the screen.

"Well, I don't know," I murmured with a smug look. I was proud of myself as much as I was proud of my gun.

"That is impossible," the cat told me seriously.

"I made it possible. Before they shoot at us again, I will take down the second car."

"That looks like a bomb blast not a simple gunshot," the cat continued to marvel at my amazing shooting skill that could take down a black tinted jeep down with just a single shot.

I could feel my head swell in pride. Oh gosh! Shouldn't this cat stop praising me so?

It was so embarrassing. I wondered what she will say when I take down the second car.

"Let us switch places," it felt good for that to be my turn to speak those words.

I switched back to the driver seat this time, I carried the cat in her small form and returned her back to the copilot seat.

Oh! that felt good.

I shot at the car on the driver side and it went into flames like the first.

Such happenings are very important in improving someone's confidence and self-esteem because at that point, I denounced being a coward.

"That was the sound of a bomb," I heard the cat telling me what she heard and I frowned being forced to take away my proud smile.

"No, catty, it was the sound of a gunshot. Even little kids on earth can tell the difference," I told her seriously.

"I died in a bomb blast so I know that better than you do," the cat told me.

What more could I say?

I wanted to argue but I bit inside my cheeks and remained silent through the whole journey while thanking my good luck that the ticket was still with us.

The cat had me wondering what sort of country or time she lived in to have died in a bomb blast.

It made me feel depressed as I drove into the empty underground packing lot of the probably fifty storey building I lived in.

My depression got relieved when I imagined how wealthy I would be to be if I owned two of such buildings in Gangnam but it returned in double folds as I remembered how I was not at home and most likely dead on earth with no idea about what will happen to me if I return to earth.