Continuing down the street with her ear piercing weapon and her backpack full of liquids, she began to wonder where all of her friends were and how they were faring with all this, or if they were even aware of it yet. Michelle looked so panicked when she ran away and Justine didn't think even she knew where she was going at the time. Everyone involved in this was obviously going to have some trauma issues after this was over, if it ever was going to be over.
	Suddenly, she heard a barking coming from a distance and looked around hopefully. A dog would be a WONDERFUL thing to have in this circumstance. Having a dog means you have a weapon and a companion at the same time. She had always liked cats better but she would have to admit that a cat wouldn't really serve her any sort of purpose right now. She had always had a weak spot for animals. She would almost be content to say that she would kill a human before she would kill an animal. When the animal finally came into sight, her spirits lifted. It was one of her favorite kind of dogs; a German Shepard. As it ran towards her, tail wagging at the possibility of attention from a new person, Justine fell to her knees to greet the beautiful creature. It jumped up on it's back legs and gave her a hug by putting it's legs around her shoulders just like her dog used to do. Looking past the smiling face in front of her, she then saw a girl running towards her shouting what she assumed to be the name of the dog. 
	[i][color=green]She must be his owner. Maybe I can ask her for help and maybe stick with her for protection for a little while. [/color][/i] Justine thought. 
	She stood up keeping one hand on the dog's head so he wouldn't run away. [i][color=green] "Is this yours?[/color][/i] she called out as the girl came closer panting from her run after her fleeing canine.
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