I vaguely recall how disgusted I was when I first found out you were a cannibal, yet after everything that’s happened within the past three years - I can’t help but find myself being extremely grateful for it as of now. You’ve saved my ass more times than I can count, being quite obedient with me despite your aggressive nature. I carefully walk down the halls of the abandoned hospital, avoiding the shards of glass as to not attract any zombies. I cautiously push open an old creaky door, freezing in my tracks as I lock eyes with a group of deranged looking survivors. Shit, this wasn’t good. I instinctively reach for the knife in my back pocket, yet I quickly pause as I hear the sound of a gun being loaded.

”If you test anything I swear to god, I’ll have my dog rip you to shreds.”

I spit out, clenching my jaw as they laugh. It was clear they didn’t believe me. I let out a whistle, my eyes narrowing as I call out.

”Hey pup, go fetch.”

I shout, giving the group a lopsided grin as I hear your footsteps rushing towards us all. You may have been mute, but your sense of hearing was sure as hell as good as a german shepherd dog.