John angrily stomped in the head of another zombie who had attempted to attack him. Spewing profanities, the skull of the undead was ground into dust beneath his boot.

“Stupid fuckin’ zombie.” He hissed, breath heavy. You growled lethargically from your muzzle.

“I didn’t mean you, sweetheart. You’re different.” He finally sighed, reassuring you. Not that it mattered, as his words fell on deaf ears.