((It's not short. It's way better than what this is gonna be. Do I have to put the name of the dog and a tiny poem-like thing at the top?))
Darky's eyes flickered as she scanned her surroundings, her heart pounding heavily in her chest.
She did not see any humans, or turned ones, so she darted forward to repeat the process. She was searching for food, or at least something that she could eat, even it was a bug of some sort. The problem was that it took so long because of the need to hide constantly.
She remembered the past, before the horrible invasion. She was happy and not so scared with hints of loneliness gnawing at her mind.
She recalled when the invasion had begun, the terrible groans of the undead burning in her brain. She had been younger then. She had not understood. She had wondered why her owner would not take her out for walks any more, or why he and his family were looking at her with hunger in their eyes, directed towards her flesh.
She understood now. They were starving, just like her. But that was the past. She could not become distracted.
She continued on, all the while watching for anything that might move. A horrofying memory struck her, despite the fact she wanted to keep it out. Her own loving owner devouring her younger friend. Poor little Aqua did not stand a chance, and Darky would not have either.
That was when she had run, while they ate her. She had done it with sickness in her stomach, nauseated by the mere thought that they were doing that.
Why did her life have to go so wrong? She wondered about that a lot. It had become something that she thought about constantly. Why? Everything had an answer, but this one was hard to find.
"I don't understand,"She muttered under her breath."Why couldn't I sense this event coming?"