It was two years into the zombie apocalypse now and with a zombie to experiment on, you were doing quite well for yourself. Ghost could barely speak due to his broken jaw but he still managed to get out slurred and broken up words. But now that he was subservient to you and only you, he spoke far more than he had used to. He was your protector now, fending off any other zombies that attempted to attack you or where you resided, he went out to gather supplies for you too. He’s your guard dog.