In Times Of Apocalypse

Laura had always loved animals. She used to joke that she preferred animals to people. She had remembered grumbling, back when things were normal, that there were never any pets in those zombie TV shows. How could anybody leave Fido or Felix behind? Heartless bastards! All they ever cared about were themselves. We had a duty to care for our pets! Laura's brow furrowed in disgust.

Heartless. How ironic.

She gazed lovingly at her cats and dogs, chomping dutifully at the dark red chunks of meat she had just prepared for them. Too bad the days of shops and currency were in the past.

One of the dogs, a white shepherd, stopped eating for a moment and raised his head, his ears standing to attention.

"What's that Thor? Is somebody outside? What a good boy!"

The dog lowered his head once again and refocused his attention on his meal as Laura picked up an axe from the table and wiped it clean.

"I guess today is our lucky day!" she said, giving the dog a pat on the head as she walked past him on the way to the door.

She opened the door a crack and peered carefully out into the street. Of course Thor was right. Weren't animals just so amazing? Laura smiled at the thought gripping her axe tightly. A lucky day indeed.