What makes it worse is that he died defending us too.

I am a simple woman, had an army of dogs in a very square house. Greg and Fred were my first two tamed and were the goodest of boys.

Greg was killed by iron-armoured zombies and Fred very nearly joined him, I felt sick and was terrified the whole ordeal.

Greg's grave has a bed the same colour as his collar, so he may rest in peace. Fred visits the grave sometimes, he has the new wolf armour now. On our first day we wanted them to wear it together, surrounded by the rest of the dogs, but Greg couldn't be there.

We're only on day five but there's so much more to go and i genuinely thought both of them would be with me on it. I wasn't as attached to the others, just Greg and Fred.

He didn't even get a nametag, yet was such a good boy.

I am much too upset over this.