There was a time when I had a best friend.. before everything went to shit. His name was Max, and he had 4 legs and a tail.
Ever since the apocalypse I haven't found a trustworthy human, everybody seems to turn their back on you just because the world as we knew it is gone. All sense of loyalty and normal human characteristics are out the window.
I couldn't really tell you how I ended up here in this foreign county, hundreds if not thousands of miles away from London as an 18 year old lad. I suppose I just drifted around after I lost my parents, all I had was Max so it never crossed my mind to be a bad idea. Never really needed work or anything like that because of the world ending, so I suppose that worked out in my favor.. just took what little inheritance I had and ran.
I lost Max about 2 months ago.. I don't know where he went, but I know he's out there waiting for me, I'll find him eventually. This is kind of where my story begins I suppose, just a lad searching for his hound.