The group seemed more interested at the incoming horde of undead, in which Dog just looked at mildly interested. It wasn't that she was totally unafraid of them, but when one lives her life, well things like this just seem like another obstacle. Plus as long as Cat was with her, she would me emotionally stable. Of course this now pretty large group headed out to the forest and away from the horde. Yes, now there was never at least a peaceful moment to say hello anymore.

How depressing.

Cat of course couldn't care less what these people were doing or if they were going to die, but he also wanted to go to the forest. They often preffered it and they knew their way around well after their five year travels before the end of the world. They knew cities way better but this wasn't a city and the buildings were barely worth climbing and traveling on.

So the black haired man walked after his twin before raising his right hand and smacking her upside the head with his fingers. A hiss escaped the brownish blonde boy disguised girl as she glared at him with a pout. He of course ignored it and simply grabbed her by the back collar of her jacket and dragged her along the path toward the forest.

[b]"Dededededede.... No need for dragging bro. Dude your getting zombie guts in my hair. Ouch come on man."[/b] Dog hissed quietly to avoid attention as she quickly kept pace with her twin in order to avoid falling and being dragged on the ground like a body bag. Her arms flailed a little in protest but despite the silly behavior, the twins were moving quickly to get away from the incoming horde.