"Kitty That's Not For You!"

As Payton was engaged in the solemn task of disposing of the zombie kid corpses by burning them, the acrid smoke and sombre atmosphere were thick in the air. He watched the flames consume the remains of these innocent young souls, a tragic but necessary duty in their unforgiving world. The crackling of the fire seemed to accentuate the silence that hung heavily around him.

Suddenly, Payton's focus was shattered as he heard an unexpected and bizarre noise. It was a soft but unmistakable mewing, like that of a kitten. He looked up in bewilderment, his eyes widening in disbelief. What he saw was beyond comprehension—a colossal kitten, standing at a towering two stories in height, loomed in the distance.

The massive feline's fur was a surreal mix of colours, with patches of orange, black, and white. Its whiskers were thicker than tree branches, and its enormous paws left deep prints in the earth as it took each cautious step. It blinked its oversized, amber eyes, seemingly inquisitive, as it surveyed the group and the burning remains.

The members of the group, including Payton, were both amazed and perplexed. Was this some kind of mutant creature, a result of the same cataclysmic event that had given rise to the zombies? Fear and wonder battled for dominance in their hearts as they watched the colossal kitten approach. 

As the colossal kitten attempted to fish the burning zombie kid's corpses out of the fire to satisfy its hunger, it was met with a painful surprise. The intense heat of the flames caused the kitten's massive paw to catch fire, and a pained yowl erupted from its gargantuan throat. The fur on its paw quickly charred, and the acrid smell of singed hair filled the air. The kitten retracted its paw with a distressed look in its enormous eyes, clearly not expecting this fiery encounter.

Startled by the kitten's actions, Payton, who had been watching in awe and confusion, fell over, her footing lost as she stumbled backward. Her body hit the ground with a thud, and she let out a surprised cry, her hands scraping against the dirt.

In a surprising turn of events, the colossal kitten, despite its initial hiss and the unexpected fiery encounter, seemed to express a degree of understanding and compassion. It tilted its massive head, and with a gentleness that defied its enormous size, it extended one of its gargantuan paws toward Payton, almost as if offering assistance. The group watched in awe as the colossal kitten helped Payton to her feet, its furry paw dwarfing her in comparison.

Payton, profoundly grateful for this unexpected act of kindness from a creature they had presumed to be a threat, couldn't help but feel moved. She nodded to the colossal kitten, a silent promise to return with food as a gesture of goodwill. It was a solemn agreement between two entirely different beings, born out of the strangest circumstances imaginable.

With this newfound understanding, Payton left the colossal kitten behind and made her way down the deserted street, her heart still racing from the surreal encounter. The mysteries and dangers of their post-apocalyptic world had taken a curious and unexpected twist, and she knew that navigating this encounter with a creature of immense proportions would be a story to tell around their campfire.

Upon reaching the nearby warehouse, Payton considered her next steps. Her commitment to returning with food for the colossal kitten was not just an individual promise but a testament to the resilience and empathy that had become integral to the group's journey for survival. As she walked back to the hotel, the weight of this unique experience mingled with her daily struggles.

As Payton walked into the hotel, her thoughts were still occupied by the astonishing encounter with the colossal kitten, and she couldn't help but smile at the thought of returning with food for it. However, her sense of wonder quickly turned to unease as she was met with a curious and unsettling sight in the dimly lit lobby.

Charles, one of the group members, stood in the centre of the room, bathed in an eerie red glow. In his hands, he held a delicate red butterfly, its wings shimmering like crimson jewels. As Payton's eyes widened in astonishment, she watched in disbelief as the butterfly seemed to dissolve, its vibrant red colour melting into Charles' skin, as if it were absorbed by him.

What was even more unsettling was the transformation that occurred in Charles himself. His eyes, once a common shade of brown, now blazed with a vivid, otherworldly red hue. The entire room seemed to be bathed in a surreal, crimson light emanating from his eyes.

As Charles stood there in the eerie crimson glow, the memories of Michael, his father and the previous owner of the red butterfly, flooded his mind like a torrential river. He was inundated with fragments of his father's life, emotions, and experiences. He felt his father's joys and sorrows, his hopes and dreams, and even his moments of despair. It was as if he had suddenly gained access to a lifetime of memories and emotions that were not his own.

Overwhelmed by this sudden influx of memories, Charles felt his stomach churn with a profound sense of disorientation and confusion. The weight of a lifetime's worth of experiences, not his own pressed upon him, and he couldn't contain it. With a violent retch, he doubled over and vomited on the floor, his body wracked with the intense emotional and sensory overload.

Weak and trembling, Charles stumbled away from the mess he had just made and ran toward Simon, another member of their group. Simon, noticing the panic in Charles' eyes and the distress on his face, opened his arms to provide comfort and support. Charles clung to Simon, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of memories and emotions that had surged through him. His voice trembled as he attempted to explain the inexplicable and overwhelming experience he had just undergone.

As Charles clung to Simon for support and tried to make sense of the overwhelming memories that had washed over him, he couldn't help but notice a commotion happening over Simon's shoulder. There, he saw Katorra, the young 11.5-year-old member of their group, engaged in a spirited argument with Mytia, a 25-year-old woman, both vying for Simon's attention.

It all started when Katorra, seeking to impress Simon, had decided to show off her culinary skills by baking a batch of cookies. She presented them to Simon, who was still consoling Charles, with a bright and eager smile. Simon graciously accepted the cookies, touched by Katorra's effort.

However, Mytia, who had her own feelings for Simon, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She believed she had a special connection with him, and the unexpected competition from the younger member was unsettling. Mytia, known for her feisty nature, confronted Katorra, arguing that she was trying to win Simon's favour by showering him with cookies.

Katorra, equally determined, stood her ground, arguing back that she just wanted to share a delicious treat with Simon and didn't appreciate Mytia's accusations. It was a surprising and somewhat humorous clash of generations and affections, with both Katorra and Mytia expressing their love and admiration for Simon in their own unique ways.

Simon, caught in the middle of this unexpected cookie-based love triangle, could only smile and shake his head, appreciating the care and attention he received from his fellow group members.

As the argument between Mytia and Katorra over Simon's affections continued, an even more astonishing event occurred. Mytia and Charles, both engaged in this emotional tangle, suddenly felt a strange and powerful energy surge through them. Their hands and eyes began to glow, each with a distinct colour.

Mytia's hands emitted a warm and radiant yellow glow, while her eyes took on the same hue, casting a soft, golden light in the room. Her surprise was evident as she stared at her illuminated hands in disbelief, her focus momentarily shifting from the ongoing dispute.

Charles, on the other hand, experienced a different transformation. His hands and eyes radiated a deep and vibrant shade of red, creating a stark contrast to Mytia's yellow glow. The room seemed to flicker with these unusual lights, casting bizarre and mesmerizing patterns on the walls.

Katorra paused in her arguments and turned their attention to Mytia and Charles, their expressions a mix of astonishment and curiosity.