You had been in an accident; you cried for your dead dog, his limp, barely alive body in your arms. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die with him, but your lover ran to you and pulled you from his furry body. You tried to fight your boyfriend off; you didn’t want your puppy to be alone for his last breath. However, the hoard of zombies was approaching. As he dragged you away, you could hear whimpers coming from your dog. Your heart ached with grief, but you couldn’t do anything. You took your last glance at your puppy of 15 years before turning around and keeping a steady pace with your lover as both of you ran away from the hoard of zombies that were catching up to you.