It felt odd that everything was so quiet... Sure there had been a couple zombies in the living room and one lurker in the kitchen, but with the two of them, they were taken care of somewhat smoothly. Cat had separated the smashed skulls from the bodies as if to assure they would not get back up. That or he just wanted to ground his heel further into the decomposed flesh, Dog honestly wasn't too sure about it. They checked the bathroom, the closet, the basement... So far everything felt too easy. Then again, that far boy didn't exactly specify how many people left and stayed. He was running for his own life after all.

The strange thing was they hadn't found any animals, and they were almost positive there were some sort of pet in this building. By the smell and a logical sense. After all, it was stereotypical for farmers to at least have a dog to help around or either for fun since there is so much land. Undead or not, there were probably animals and honestly they were more worrying.

Regular people weren't really small, something like a cat or a toy dog could hide like under or bed or something.

Dog gave a sigh as she checked under the couches and tables in the living room, making sure nothing squeezed under there. Kicking the furniture lightly in a attempt to activate a groan, she got nothing. Her twin however was already heading up the stairs. Wanting to be sure her brother didn't get jumped on, the boyish dirty blonde followed after him, weapon in hand.

Five doors was seen on this floor and along the hall. Three to the left and two the right.

[b]"Check left."[/b] came a firm command from the taller twin as he strides to the right without room for argument. 

[b]"You know, in horror movies, splitting up is when someone gets killed by the zomzoms."[/b] Dog hissed under her breathe, giving a annoyed pout before sighing and obediently going left.

Already she was feeling nervous without her brother her. Call her strange, but she did feel safer with her psychotic twin. He was terrifying, and she was scared of him as well, but she also felt the safest with him. It was hard to explain really... She was positive those survivors would think she was just as bloody insane. Heck they both probably were.... She didn't blame them, she knew how their presence effected others. If she had to guess, they simply felt off, they probably weren't sure how to place it exactly since they just met but they sensed dark chills... Animal instinct probably told them that.

The first room was a small bedroom, pretty simple and looked more like a guest room. It was a slight mess, but otherwise no signs of any living or dead thing here. The next was another bathroom, it seemed a bit more violent. Blood splattered the walls and their was a corpse in the tub. A groan hissing out as hollow glowing eyes raised itself from the tub. 

Holding up the pipe cautiously as the undead corpse tried to shamble it's way out of the tub, the brown haired twin hitched her breathe before going over and quickly bashing the pipe against the zombie's skull. Hitting it repeatedly until the body stopped moving and decayed brains started to leak out. A shiver ran up her spine as she gave a gulp before moving on to the last room.

The door was cracked open, eerily swaying slightly. It appeared to be a child or teens room with a bunk bed, a writing desk, and several toys scattered all across the room. The smaller twin jumped a bit as she heard some banging and things knocking over from down the hall, but she decided to pretend it was nothing. Everything was fine... Cat was always fine... Yet she felt her stomach twists in knots with worry. Checking out the room, Dog halted as she spotted a lump black fur staring at her with golden eyes from on top of the bunk bed. Stepping closer, a soft warning mrrreow was uttered as the messy black fur fluffed up in alarm.

It appeared to be a cat, hiding from the dangers that looked here. By the way it acted, it was alive and not some zombie cat. Somewhat glad to see a living thing, but still cautious I case this cat was infected, Dog moved closer.

[b]"Hey there buddy... It's okay I'm not going to to hurt you... You're just scared of all the crazy dead things right? Here kitty... It's alright..."[/b] Dog tried soothing gently as she moved closer, the fluffy bundle of black simply gave another mew and watched as she moved closer.

Thankfully, it allowed the human to pick it up and hold it, after some minor mess of complaint. Though after feeling the warmth of a living body, it settled down as Dog checked it over for injuries. Luckily it seemed this animal had gone uninjured. Giving a soft sigh of relief, she resisted the urge to smother the poor thing and only stroked the cat along the back before scratching under its chin.

The small animal gave a soft purr as it raised its head to get more of the attention.

[b]"Now if only my Cat was this sweet and trusting."[/b] Dog chuckled softly before practically jumping as a loud muffled scream was heard.

It wasn't a scream from any human or undead, it was animalistic and it was so high pitched it was almost like a woman's screech. By the sounds of it, it was loud enough for about everyone in the house to hear, and maybe ones by the doors. By the sounds, it seemed to be a dog. Instantly, the cat bolted, clawing out of her arms and back on top of the top bunk in a effort to hide.

Not waiting a moment longer, Dog bolted out and headed down the hall to the last door Cat probably checked at the end of the hall. The agonized whines and whimpers continued as she ran into the room to see what had occurred. The door had been knocked down, broken and splintered and splattered blood. It looked like undead had already broken in beforehand.

It was a fairly large bedroom, probably the masters with a queen sized bed and some dressers lining to the left. Bodies of two skull smashed cats lay to the right. A groaning corpse of a legless lurker lay near the left wall. There was a dead corpse of a medium sized dog, body slowly rotting and its eyes hollow from the curse of this horrible plague. Another dog, a dirty brown with a fluffy tail and slightly floppy tipped ears, was cowering under the bed, it's body trembling.

There was a third dog, it's entire body trapped under a dresser, blood pooling from underneath. Its face was covered in bite marks, obviously having been in a fight, probably with the dead undead dog. They were fresh so it had to be recent. This may have been the noise from earlier. 

The dog's brown head was sticking out, his white muzzle covered in dark blood. Cat was kneeling beside it, his right hand holding down the canine's skull as he held his metal pipe with his left hand, angling it like a spear.

Canine teeth were scattered around them, blood covering the white bone. Dog winced as her brother smashed the pipe against another tooth, one of the front fangs and another yelp was released.

Again and again he continued until finally Dog walked over and grabbed his shoulder.

[b]"Cat what are you doing?! It's already hurt enough."[/b] Dog questioned a little sternly as she looked at her twin with a mixture of worry and frustration.

The black haired man merely glanced at her, stopping his slow assault. [b]"It tried to bite... Besides it's already infected... It might as well think about what it tried to do before it dies."[/b] Cat merely stated coldly, his eyes sparkling with what one would assume as amusement, but that shine was slowly dying away as it appeared Dog disapproved of this interesting action.

[b]"No need to torture the poor thing any further... Besides it isn't up to you to finish it... A pets owner should be the one to end it before it dies. Not some strangers. It's their responsibility."[/b] Dog said softly, watching her twin carefully before blinking slowly as he took a moment to look at her before his lips curled in a twisted smile.

[b]".....heheheheheh... I suppose that is correct. Like our promise, it be a shame to forget it. Alright then. I took care of the rest of the undead, except that lurker and that dog. Do decide... Who's going down to tell those rats?"[/b] a deep ominous cackle emitted from Cat before resuming his expressionless mask as he noted that one of them would have to keep a eye on the quivering dog in case it was infected.

Thinking deeply, Dog was wary of leaving Cat by himself with anything. Then again, she wasn't all that keen of sending him to the others, he would probably just freak them out more than he already has.

With a heavy sigh she fixed him with a firm stare and pointed at him. [b]"You stay, but don't do anything more unless your really provoked, got it? And no making your own games with the living animals here out of boredom. This is stressful for the both of us. I know... That you think what you do isn't wrong... You don't understand how people like them think... But please for now, lay low."[/b] the brown haired twin said softly, giving a smile as she reached up and patted his head before leaving the room, listening to his footsteps as she guessed he was going to finish off the lurker.

Cat didn't say a word when she left, but she knew that he understood and would calm down. He just got defensive when he was almost bit.. He just took his attacks a bit too extremely.

Opening the front door, Dog gave a somewhat cheerful but nervous smile as she called out. [b]"House clear! But there are some animals upstairs! We got a infected dog that's still has it's sanity somewhat! So the owner may want to come see it and a surviving cat and dog!"[/b] Dog said loudly enough for at least some of the group to hear before looking at some of those who were already here.

[b]"Hey!"[/b] Dog cheered a greeting towards the nervous woman with a arrow. It seemed she was hesitating in entering beforehand.. Not that the boy dressed girl blamed her much. But still she greeted her and the rest of these survivors cheerfully enough, not sure who some of them were but it seemed they were somewhat friendly with this odd group.