Filled with imagination, humans always expected the zombie apocalypse to come from people. Hordes of the undead meandering down the street, devouring everyone in their path. But the true zombie apocalypse wasn't in the form of people. It was pets. Dogs, to be precise. Dead canine companions rose from the grave and returned home, eager to eat our brains. Any dog that was bitten was instantly added to their numbers. Man's best friend became man's worst enemy, and people just couldn't bring themselves to shoot their beloved animals. Because Old Yeller is back, and this time he's putting YOU down.
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Very Short Stories & Drabbles Part 2
Short StoryA collection of very short stories, microfictions, and drabbles from all themes and genres. Posted weekly!
