Keegan used you as a weapon, as much as he adored you, you made his life incredibly easy.

He coaxed a survivor into the tiny supermarket, patting them on the shoulder as he casually opened the back door. It was dead silent for a split second...

You shot out, chained by your feet, tearing into the survivor. Their screams promptly trickled into incoherent gurgles as you ripped their bottom jaw off with your teeth.

“Good zombie,” Keegan praised, patting your head as he pulled you back.