So very hot.



You want a short backstory?



"Cus people will beat you and cheat you and eat you, every one of 'em's bad, except you," Kristoff hummed between himself and his faithful mutt, Sven. You could fight the zombies until you passed out on your legs, or you could sleep. You had to rest sometime, and who'd have your back then? Well, that was what Sven was for. And guns were useful, but you didn't need to reload an axe, and it made less noise too. He preferred it to the shotgun.



He opened up a can of dog food and gave half to Sven, and took the other half for himself, "Damn, when it's this cold, I envy the zombies."



"Everybody's dead, zombies, or crazy," Sven told him, "Do you ever worry about us being the only decent, sane people left in the world?"



"I try not to think about it," he told Sven, trying to warm up the delicious meaty chunks pre-cooked in a thick gravy over a fire, "We're better off with it being just the two of us. And don't talk with your mouth full. I thought I'd taught you better than that."



"Sorry, but it just tastes so good!" Sven insisted.



"You know I can tell when you're trying to lie to me, Sven. I know why you lick your balls after you eat..." Kristoff leant back and checked out of the window. It was three days since they'd seen any zombies. And nine since they'd seen any humans. But that just meant you were on your toes and waiting for the next attack, "Yeah, it's getting worse out there. If we're lucky, the zombies will freeze solid before we're snowed in..."



Sven leant over his shoulder, "Hey, do you smell something out there?"



"Yeah, I do... It's... two girls. They look like they need help," he shrugged, "They're probably infected anyway."



"And what if they're not?" Sven nudged him, "They'll be frozen or eaten! You should help them! Besides, we're both tired and somebody needs to stand guard on a night like this. Every jerk and his scumbag is going to be trying to find shelter."



They held a steady gaze for a while, before Kristoff sighed, "You are really good at convincing me to do stupid things, y'know that?"