[b]Chae, Miguel, Moksha - Old Jefferson, Suburbs - Ricky[/b]

As the dogs began to scatter, Chae breathed a sigh of relief. From behind where she was in the home, she could hear Miguel finish off a few infected, opting for the convenience of a gun over the stealth of wrestling them o the ground. There would be more soon; if the guns weren't a giveaway-- and they were-- then the yowls of the defeated and starving dogs would certainly bring about every infected body within the suburb. 

Chae was a fierce believer in the souls, autonomy, and intelligence of animals. One of the more flowery of beliefs given to her by her hippie grandmother, she found herself certain in those beliefs. Moksha purred in her arms, she looked down at the kitten, certain that he was completely aware of what he'd done. The dogs were whimpering all the louder, all because they'd been outdone by a kitten prepared to face death. And Moksha, purring like a smug ball of suicidal fur, was silently mocking them.

Everyone had to evolve with the apocalypse.. even kittens.

The man began to speak, as he registered what was happening-- that his life had been saved by a Hispanic youth and some Asian cat lady. He was cute-- older, but cute-- he couldn't have been from around here, that he looked like an [i]Italian[/i] off of Entourage was one giveaway, another was how he spoke; Moksha had saved a [u][i]Canadian[/i][/u].

"Yeah..." Chae shrugged, only slightly alarmed by the man going for his weapon, "Dogs lost their heads pretty quick after people stopped givin' them food..." She chuckled, reminiscence in her eyes, "Man, this fuckin' pack of corgis in Florida almost ripped my arm off!" She shifted the arm she held the kitten in, showing a recently healed scar just under a rolled up sleeve, "It was wild-- He Miguel, you remember that?" She received only a grunt in response as the teen approached, arms crossed. Chae turned her attention back to the Canadian on the ground, "Anyway, I guess as time goes on only the big, bad doggies get to stay alive.."

Chito began tapping is foot impatiently-- reminding Chae she was going off on a tangent, she completely ignored the man's question.

"But yeah! Umm, sure man! Another set of eyes couldn't hurt..." She said, partially sighing, relief she wasn't talking to some crazed murderer. If he did plan on killing them, he at least had the decency to hide his psychopathy and make her feel comfortable. "It was little Moksha here who wanted to save you, although I think he may have just wanted to piss off some dogs to be honest..."

"Hey, Chae?" Miguel spoke, a frown forming on his face, "You wanna make friends-- that's great, chica. But can we do it somewhere else? Like anywhere else? We can talk when the nzumbi aren't about to sacrifice us all, that good?" And with that, he moved to where the man sat, offering him a hand to help him stand up, he asked, "Those knives any good against a crowd?"