Ellis was a golden retriever and German shepherd mix. He had the body structure of a German shepherd with his ears pointed up and had the solid golden yellow color of a golden retriever, with long fur and a slightly dark snout and muzzle. He was truly a beautiful dog.

He had a nice life before the apocalypse. His owner was a man named Keith who Ellis referred to as his 'buddy' rather than his owner. He enjoyed everything that he and Keith did together, whether it was walks or playing fetch or car rides, whatever it may be, Ellis always enjoyed doing with Keith. That was, until the outbreak happened, leading in a full-on apocalypse.

The outbreak started in their hometown; Savannah, Georgia. No one knew what exactly was going on when a few cases of the virus started, but then before everyone knew it, the entire city was infected. Now, it was almost the entire country being turned into blood-thirsty, undead monsters. One of those being Ellis' owner, Keith. He had ended up getting bitten and infected in the process of keeping Ellis safe. Because of being infected, Ellis was forced to leave Keith behind, which hurt him deeply but it was in order to survive, no matter how much he wanted to stay by Keith's side like the loyal dog that he was.

After Ellis left Keith, Ellis felt alone.. He didn't know what to do or how to survive without Keith, especially in such a scary situation as an apocalypse, especially for a dog like him. There were numerous close calls where he just barely escaped the jaws of those undead zombie monsters. Each time sent poor Ellis into a scared panic. He didn't know how to survive on his own, and he certainly didn't know how to survive on his own in a situation like this.. All he wanted was Keith, his old life back but there was no way in hell that that could happen.. Keith was far gone, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

It was now a few months into the outbreak, and it was a wonder that Ellis was still alive. He was exhausted, starving and just downright scared. His once golden yellow fur was dirty, caked in dried blood and dirt, and his fur was tangled. He had been on the run ever since the outbreak started. He was currently taking shelter under a dumpster in a dirty alleyway, hiding from the undead zombie monsters that roamed the streets. A quiet, scared, pitiful whimper came from him as his ears flattened against his head, his eyes slightly glossy from tears, just wanting things to go back to how they were before all this. He laid under the dumpster hiding, downright scared of the reality of the situation of the apocalypse...