On the night of May 31st, Ray tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Curled up beside him was a mutt.

He'd found the stray near his warehouse.

At first, the dog would sneak bites of his food. In the end, Ray simply started feeding it. Little by little, the dog let down its guard. By the third day before the disaster, it had come to rely on him completely and followed him home.

Ray believed that after the catastrophe, people would be less reliable than animals. So he would rather adopt a dog.

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