“…my trainer and I had just started. He was almost as new as I was, except he had interacted with zombies and I hadn’t. I was doing really well with my training; I knew how to ‘trap’, ‘chase’ wolf-dogs, how to ‘stay’ for a really long time.” Ani’s eyes glazed slightly as he flashed back almost a year ago, “It was my first on-duty night. It was dark, and clouds covered the moon. No one could see, and at the large human-building, they had the spotlights on. We were posted on the edge of camp, and that’s where they struck. Zombies.” He shuddered, as if shaking away the scent of them.
“It was only one at first, and it went straight for me. Others appeared, but they seemed to be trying to get to the humans as the first one distracted me. I was traumatized from that moment- the moment where the crazy human jumped on me, it’s skin and breath stinking of rot, all but tearing my leg off as I tried to get away.” Ani’s eyes closed tight, and then reopened, hard.
“When the battle was over, my owner had shot the zombie off me, and I was rushed to the vet. They put me to sleep, and when I finally woke- this was the state my leg was in.” He waggled it uselessly, chuckling grimly; “At least now my left leg is stronger than it ever was.”
Ani glanced back at Molly. “So… there you go,” He said. “My story.”
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