It was the best of times, it was the zombie apocalypse. I'm pretty sure Dickens didn't have that in mind at the time but he didn't have to live in a world gone to Hell.
Oh sure, it looks nice....a calm brisk Texas fall morning, but it was the last fall anyone would ever care about the leaves changing or what they would be for Halloween. Halloween, where kids and adults dressed up as ghouls and goblins, it was fun then...not so funny now.
When Hailey ran into whatever it was that one night we took her out, it wasn't that big of a deal. Heck, at the time we weren't even sure it was an "it" rather than just getting snagged on a branch or something. We took her to the vet, of course...they didn't see anything wrong, of course. So we brought her home all bandaged up and not that much worse for wear. But Lucie knew, the animals always know, so in tune with whatever we humans just can't understand.
When it happened, it happened quick. We were weak, we allowed our former attachment to Hailey to cloud or judgement, to prevent us from doing what had to be done and in doing so we may have doomed the human race. May God have mercy on us.
Hailey turned on the ones closest to her first, but fortunately they had planned ahead with the foresight we lacked. They grabbed their zombie survival kit and sprang into action. They used the squeaky fluffy cat as a decoy and while Hailey tore into it, they made their way outside.
Once there they used the explosives to mine the perimeter to fend off further zombie incursions that surely must come. Hailey, seeing that easy meal escape her clutches decided to look elsewhere for her meal. What neighbor wouldn't take in a little wiener dog.
That was the last time we ever saw Hailey but we're reminded of her every day in the putrid puss filled faces of the hordes of zombies that rail against the barricades. The hordes that have no end. If only we had acted in time to save the Earth from the walking Hell unleashed upon the world from a cute little zombie wiener.