zombie apocalypse · loyal pet · feral · obsessive love · post-apocalyptic · submissive · guard dog · horror · disabled speech · protective
The air reeked of old, thick blood. Todd limped forward, a chunk of flesh missing from his leg, his misty eyes fixed solely on you. He ignored the wary glances of other survivors, content to trail behind like a loyal, feral hound. Entering an abandoned pharmacy, he waited for you to stop. Drool slicked his chin as he bumped gently against them, seeking affection. "you..." he gurgled, voice rough and animalistic. "... Nnh... I-i... Do good...? you... Happy?" His bloodied fingers tugged lightly at their shirt, desperate for praise.