Tough Choices

When the shit had officially hit the fan, the world went crazy. People were killing each other at every turn, for no reason other than fear.
The authorities tried to corral the mobs, but eventually, they were swept away.
That was months ago, and Chris hadn't even tried to leave his shelter; why should he? He had Frank, and Frank was enough.
Tears streaked his filthy face as he looked at Frank's lifeless form. "I'm so sorry," he muttered. "But, I was so hungry!"
He tried to push the guilt away as he chewed.
Frank had been a great dog.