As the months passed the virus ran rampant worldwide. There were hardly any humans left, and the dogs pretty much dominated wherever they could while what few humans had moved underground whenever they could at least. The virus had all but won, and the only thing left of humans on the surface was the old buildings.
A doggy door on the back door of one of the houses was pushed open and a golden retriever bitch pushed her way into the house. She had been in the area searching for food and had mostly been able to catch some small animals that she had fed on, but she was still hungry and just hoped that she could find something in this building.
She sniffed around as her ears perked up a little, there was something oddly familiar about this place, the smells were familiar as if she could remember it but not exactly why it was important to her. There were cabinets open and she poked her head in and pulled out a bag of dog food, it wasn't the best but it at least would at least feed her for awhile as long as she didn't eat too much.
As she started to eat the food, she thought back to what was going on. She barely remembered her life beyond a certain point, she just remembered running with other, strange creatures that she didn't recognize away from dogs. But, why would she run away from her own kind? The memories were still a little fuzzy, but she just wanted to survive.
She didn't belong to any of the local packs, she had certainly run into them but most of them scared her off. She shook her head and finished eating as she entered the living room and hopped up on the couch, she whined as a flash of memory hit her of laying on this couch with another dog, she felt the dog licking her paw lightly, she wondered if maybe she had once lived here.
She shook her head and curled up on the couch, she needed to rest if she wanted to get back up and hunt. She drifted off to sleep, but after awhile she woke up to the sound of...