Hey fam, heads up! It’s me, Finn (aka Sir Fluffington). Just saved Pawsburg from a zombie dog apocalypse with my crew—think of me as a four-legged superhero now. It was wild: running, growling, and some serious plush lion action. Tell the cat not to gloat; we totally rocked it. 🐾💪

Love, Finn

As the sun dipped beneath the horizon and cast twisted shadows across Pawsburg, I knew tonight would be like no other. Shadows washed over Kelpie Keys, and the chatter of carefree dogs turned to whispers and whines. We had seen the signs—the undead rising, bringing chaos and unease. The once enchanted canine haven was now shrouded in mystery and fear.

My name is Finn, a white-and-mushroom Yorkshire Terrier, known across these lands for my intelligence, curiosity, and a bit of infamous stubbornness. Tonight, I was not just any dog; I was a sentinel, tasked to protect Pawsburg and my companions from the looming canine apocalypse.

I scampered down Whippet Way, my plush lion secure in my jaws. Its fur was as ragged as the nerves of the dogs scattered about, but it gave me a semblance of courage. My mind buzzed with strategy, recalling the stealth techniques I’d perfected in our family forest back on Earth.

The streets were eerily empty, save for the occasional rustle that set my fur on end. We had to reach the Doggone Deli, our designated meeting place, where my friends awaited with a plan. The scent of chicken stix wafted through the air, momentarily lifting my spirits. I quickly remembered the importance of remaining wary, as every corner now harbored potential danger.

A growl echoed from an alley, freezing me in my tracks. My heart pounded like a frenzied game of fetch, and I turned, meeting the milky eyes of a zombified bulldog. With a nervous whimper, I backed away, ears flattening against my head. Not wanting to confront it, I took a sharp detour through Topaz Terrier Town.

Whippet Way led to the bright lights of Pup’s Parfait, its neon sign flickering like a beacon in the darkness. Gathering my courage, I pushed inside, finding Canela, a Rhodesian Ridgeback, waiting. Her eyes lit up upon seeing me.

“Finn! You made it!” she barked, relief evident despite the chaos.

“Yes, but they’re everywhere,” I replied, my voice trembling. “We must be quick.”

Dodging shadows and avoiding alleys that echoed with low, mournful howls, we finally reached the Doggone Deli. Inside, our motley crew—a pair of sprightly Beagles, a regal Whippet, and a shaggy Old English Sheepdog—waited, each as tense as the strings of my favorite plush lion.

“What’s the plan?” I asked, jumping onto a table for a better view. The regal Whippet, Luna, spoke first.

“We secure Kelpie Keys. From there, we rally the others—dogs from every corner of Pawsburg. We need to fight back before this infection spreads.”

Nods of agreement circled the room. Gathering our courage, we trotted out as a united front. Navigating through the maze of streets, we passed places once familiar and joyous, now tinged with eerie silence.

Happy Hounds Dog Walking, usually bustling with energetic pups, was vacant. The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium, a place I would typically avoid, lay abandoned, its window broken. But The Groom Room, oh, The Groom Room—its trimmed hedges and inviting vibes—that sanctuary still held hope.

At Kelpie Keys, the salty breeze and the distant rumble of waves reminded me of my aversion to the ocean. But gripping the earth with my claws, I focused on the mission at hand. The clearing was vast and deserted, an ideal rally point.

“Secure the perimeter!” Canela commanded.

We moved, senses heightened, adrenaline fueling each step. My ears perked, and my nose caught the scent of the approaching undead. The growls grew closer, and my heart pounded harder.

Together, we formed a line, refusing to surrender our town. Charging forward, we barked bravely, pushing back the creeping dread. As moonlight cut through the darkness, illuminating us, it drove home a single truth—we were not just dogs; we were warriors of Pawsburg.

And though the vacuum and loud noises of the apocalypse unnerved me, standing with my friends, I knew we’d triumph. For Pawsburg and our cherished freedom, we’d face the barking dead and emerge victorious.

The End.