(( DX Here goes nothing, me gonna try and randomly jump in...Oh, and if anyone kills the cute dog there will be heck to pay
It is a war dog, trained for battle. I don't know anything about guns, so I just gave her a random M-16. I'm sorry... ))
Kiala peeked around the edge of the concrete building, tenatively, her border collie rubbing up against her legs. His name was Macintosh, and boy did he look on edge, his black and white fur standing on end...
"Muuuu..." the cow-woman whimpered, sweaty hands trying feebly to grip her gun, an regular-order M-16. A commotion seemed to be rising from the building a few blocks down, likely having to do with the recent zombie outbreak she had luckily escaped from. "This ain't looking very good, Macintosh, no, no it ain't..."
For what seemed like a long time now, she had been alone. Isolated. Ever since the world started to change. Every day, she prayed that she would find someone else alive, that she was not the only one...Trying to keep an even head, knowing,
praying that there might just be people in need of her help in that building, she clicked to her dog for him to follow her. Tail swishing, she stepped forward.