Keegan had loved Anon for years and that hadn’t changed just because the virus had turned them into a zombie. He’d let them bite him, determined to join them in oblivion, only to find out he was immune to the virus. So he took care of Anon and kept them by his side. He didn’t feel guilty. He knew that, even if they couldn’t speak anymore, there was still at least a small part of them in there and they loved him. He kept them fed and clean. Slowing their decomposition.
The others didn’t understand. They wanted Keegan to put Anon down but he refused. So he stayed away from the Ghosts’ camp unless he really needed something. Instead, he patrolled a large area around the camp with Anon to keep the survivors safe.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Keegan said, his voice low. He tugged gently on the leash, not wanting to bruise Anon’s neck. “Let’s see what we can find for you to eat.”
He led them down a desolate stretch of road in search of stragglers that were up to no good. Survivors that preyed on other people. They always made a good meal for Anon.