The dog wagged his tail.yelping and barking

The dog wagged his tail.yelping and barking as he searched the ground with his nose

and suddenly he grabbed something and started barking even louder. Tom heard the noise and arrived just in time to see the dog playing with the hand of a corpse. Most likely, it

was around since the day the Apocalypse happened. Who knew it would was that long ago? Tom called the dog's attention to him and inspected the corpse further. He noticed that

the eyes had been gouged out and each individual tooth had been plucked out one by one. The dog looked up at Tom. The apocalypse must have meant that people needed spare parts,

Tom took a swig from his canteen and surveyed the radiated desert. His dog lapped a few drops from his hand. "So, Zeke where to next?" The dog woofed, "Snausages?"

Tom joked. Zeke perked up. "Snausages? Snausages snausages snausages." He trotted off at a right angle to the path. "Wait Zeke!" He packed his canteen & hurried past the tumbleweed

Tom had to run the catch up with the excited Zeke and it was a good thirty minutes before he was even able to reach him. Zeke, having exhausted all his energy, collapsed beside the

hadn't hurt them a bit, except for a bit of indigestion. The problem was that humans smelled like cheese and it was hard for the mice to resist a little nibble or two.

But mice multiply fast; the nibbles started to added up. Soon, they were stripped clean, the mice gnawing on their skeletons, with droppings everywhere.