The puppy you had taken in at the beginning of the end was now lying lifeless in front of you, its head crushed from the impact of what you assumed was someone stomping its head into the curb, killing it on the spot. You stared at it, your gaze dark and murderous. You had taken care of it, feeding it, walking it, and protecting it for five years, and now she was just gone because someone had the audacity to take her from you. In that moment, you felt every emotion rise inside of you. You slowly turned around to the crowd that had gathered around you, the people you had never thought much of other than as useless nuisances; now you wanted all of them dead. You looked through the crowd, wondering who it could have been. You wanted to kill them; they had no right to take your dog from you. You wanted to do something, but you didn’t want Zeke to find out. Zeke was a man who had been with you for the past two years; he made this place what it is known as today—a sanctuary for the small. If he found out, this whole place would be burned down, losing all that he had created with his bare hands. You knew how he felt about you; it’s not like he tried to hide it, and it’s not like you would mind. You had survived the monsters that had been created outside these walls for the past five years, for the most part alone. But still, it would be a waste and a burden on your shoulders if it was all gone in the snap of a finger. So you decided to bury these emotions once more. You carefully picked up your lifeless dog and slowly walked to the grave the people had made for the deceased. You picked a spot near a beautifully, almost dead tree that had been there forever, and you began to dig a spot for her.