With another heavy sigh, Dog shrugged her shoulders, the straps of the backpack shifting slightly as she did. Steadily she walked closer to the campsite under the stone memorial. Lightly curious of the other survivors as she looked around at the defallen refugees. Her rusty brown eyes softened in sympathy for the distressed people around. Some inured, others disheartened, all left behind to die.

Cat however, merely silently followed his twin, only silently glancing around at the refugees. His cold blue eyes holding no emotion but mere boredom. Silently assessing the people of whom was worthwhile for whatever purpose he could identify was worth their pathetic life. All would die, it really did not matter how they died. It didn't matter if he killed them, the zombies, or even fellow rats like them. All would perish, all would suffer. The mere thought brought a slight crooked smile upon his lips though it quickly disappeared.

As a fancy dressed man called out for everyone, making promises both Cat and Dog doubted were true, Cat simply ignored him and just looked out toward the distance in the west. Dog sighed as she thought about the situation. She knew very well Cat didn't follow anybody since the time they worked in the gang. He also didn't care much for some fancy dressed man as a leader. Even if she asked her brother if they should travel in a group, she knew the answer. The two of them were very fit and born and bred for survival. They could could fight and scavenge pretty well and defend themselves. However most of these people probably never even went a day go by without food on their plate. As Cat would say...

[i]They will die like the rats they are... These rats will either struggle with survival for a short time, be killed by their predators... Or eat each other... One way or another, they will die and are a waste of time. Better off alone.[/i]

It might be better with just the two of them, and she did appreciate her brother's company, yet she craved for some sort of companionship. A friend at least... Just one before she died. Still, she was happy that she wouldn't die alone... Because Cat would always be there. So even if this world crumbles, they will walk together and never feel alone.

Because unlike many here, they were lucky enough to at least be with their family in this time of turmoil.

Honestly, the twins had no real destination, they just traveled in whatever direction Cat decided to walk. Whatever obstacle they faced, they handled it with either brute force or wits. 

The two being a little bit apart from the group a people, a desperate man walked cautiously toward them. His filthy body trembling, his disheveled brown hair sticky with sweat and his desperate gray eyes staring at them. Wearing dark blue jeans and a black ski jacket. His right hand shakily holding a revolver that was pointed toward them. 

[b]"G-Give me that bag.. Or I'll shoot..!"[/b] the man said in a stuttered quiet demand. Seeming not to want to attract attention attention.

Dog frowned at the sight of the desperate man, desperate enough to go after two seemingly bigger men who were physically built and had quite a few of their own weapons on hand. He was probably only scared after the helicopters left, and was desperate to fight for survival. However, he picked the wrong group to threaten.

Before the brown haired twin could utter a word, Cat held no hesitation as he charged with tremendous speed, swinging his body to kick his heel against the man's gun, causing him to yelp and stare in horror as his one defense skidded helplessly across the ground. However, before he could turn and flee, Cat brought a powerful fist against the man's gut. Knocking the wind out of him and causing blood to spit out of his chapped jaws. Falling flat on his back, their assaulter gasped desperately for air before crying out as Cat stepped firmly on the mans elbows and crouched down to stare down at him coldly.

Trembling with utter terror, the man stuttered a beg and plead to be let go, getting more desperate as the pain on his arms increased the longer they were trapped under the huge tall muscular man's weight. Cat however only stared with he same cold emotionless expression before giving a light sigh that was barely audible, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his pocked knife, causing the desperate man to struggle desperately, eyes wide in utter terror. 

As more pleas were uttered, suddenly there was only the sound of choking gurgles like some was trying to scream desperately but was drowning. 

Cat smirked ever so slightly as he held his bloody pocket knife in his right hand and a pink appendage in the left. A severed tongue. The bleeding man under him was choking on his own blood, unable to make desperate cries for help. Only staring in terror as the tall man slowly edged the knife down to the mans left eye. Before the taller twin could continue, Dog quickly grabbed his wrist.

[b]"Bro, stop! Don't torture him! You didn't need to do that!"[/b] Dog hissed quietly as she tried pulling her twin away.

Cat's expression became a bored calm again as he stood and pulled away. Cleaning the knife off with the mans clothes before putting it in his pocket. Boredly rolling the severed tongue between his fingers as he looked down at the slowly dying man that was scrambling on the earth.

[b]"...We go west."[/b] Cat merely stated calmly, as if nothing happened before walking through the campsite, uncaring by some uneasy states he received.

Dog frowned before kneeling beside the choking sobbing man, drawing her own pocket knife. [b]"I'm so sorry... Please be safe wherever you next. Rest well."[/b] said the smaller twin, quickly slicing the mans throat and holding his hands with a gentle grasp. Cat usually did this now, since making noise caused more trouble he caught out his opponents tongues to shut them up before leaving them to suffer. Dog, feeling more merciful, tried ending their lives quicker and holding their hands as they died if she had time. 

After all, she felt responsible for Cat's cruel actions. This man didn't deserve to suffer like this.

A final breath left the man and Dog stood and quickly followed her brother. Catching up with ease to his nonchalant pace.

[b]"Did you really have to do that?"[/b] Dog murmured.

Cat merely kept walking, ignoring the Congressman and walking passed the memorial. [b]"He was a fool. Gunfire draws attention, and his mouth squealed too much. If he was going to take something, pick a easier target. Foolish rat."[/b] he murmured bluntly as he walked along, his hands in his pockets.

Giving another sigh, Dog followed along and gingerly grabbed the back of her brothers sleeve as they walked. She had such a odd brother... Glancing around at the other people, she gave a friendly smile but kept on walking.