A Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse as a Dog

I was scavenging supplies in a supermarket with the team when my whole body suddenly started burning as if someone had doused me in gasoline. When I opened my eyes again, my hands were gone! All I had left were two furry dog paws. I tried to yell, "Help!" but all that came out was a dog's whimper!

One glance was all it took for my teammate to kick me aside in disgust. "A useless dog takes up space in the pack!" They dumped me among the shelves crawling with mutated creatures and ran without looking back.

Thank goodness I'm the only dog in the apocalypse with a human brain! Before the zombies could surround me, I stumbled out to the roadside and, starving, chewed on moldy bread crumbs. Chen Mo happened to pass by. Seeing me shivering in a corner, he said nothing, simply picked me up and took me back to the base.

I planned to keep my head down at the base and get by on hot meals. Who knew I'd find half a page of a log in the archive room? The moment I saw the words "reversible form," my fur stood on end. Damn it, I have to turn back into a human!

Now there's only two choices: bite my way through the zombies blocking the road and hunt for clues, or spend the rest of my life as a dog begging for scraps and wagging my tail. Which would you choose?