Joan was skeptical to follow the woman at first, not used to being around and all. Moses simply nodded his head reassuringly and she complied following the German Shepard into the basement. He'd much rather her down there than up here if the horde did manage to break through he loved that dog too much to watch her be eaten by a bunch of rotten corpses. 

His leg was still wounded from the shepard's bite and he limped over to his own post to try and patch the wound before the fighting started. Sitting against the wall he lifted up his right pant leg and began to pour a bit of the peroxide on it. There was a slight stinging sensation but he had been through much worse since the zeds happened. Once the sting subsided he started wrapping the bandages over the wound and made sure they were on tight. The task now complete, he removed a crumpled carton of cigarettes from his pocket and sighed realizing he was down to three left. Fuck it that was a worry for another day. He placed the cigarette between his lips and lit it with the Zippo from his pocket. Now if he died he could say he had a final smoke first.