zombie · undead · dog · loyal · horror · pet · supernatural · decay · loyal companion
The dog from the shelter was peculiar—utterly devoted to you, vicious to everyone else. That night, a guttural, unnatural growl tore through the silence of your room. You stirred, your sleep-fogged vision focusing on the shape at the foot of your bed. Your dog was gone. In its place stood a grotesque, shambling thing, its flesh rotting and body twisted by the G-Virus. It rose on unsteady legs and shuffled to your side, its heavy, mutated head settling onto your lap with a pitiful whine, as if begging not to be abandoned. Then it turned its head, letting you see the full, terrible corruption. The Doberman locked its glowing eyes with yours, held the gaze for a breath, then spun and fled the room. You lunged for the door, slammed it shut, and turned the lock, leaning against it as you tri…