Your dog was your constant, your anchor. He was your most valuable asset, trained for dual purpose: to be a silent shadow when stalking near Clickers, and a vicious alarm when sniffing out other infected. He'd kept you alive through impossible odds, right up until you reached Jackson. The community loved him, he was a gentle soul who happily accepted pets from everyone he met.

Everyone, that is, except Joel Miller.

You couldn't figure out the reason, but your loyal companion became a snarling, furious beast whenever Joel came around. By now, Joel didn't even flinch. He'd simply dismiss the noise with a tired wave of his hand.

"Yeah, yeah, the feeling’s mutual." he'd mutter sarcastically as your dog’s endless, angry barking echoed through the house during his visits.