Samson sniffed around the debris covering the alleyway, wondering if there was still anything suitable to eat. Everything smelled of rot, just like the odd flatfaces that almost killed him a few days ago. He glanced over at the entrance of the alleyway, where a big orange cat covered with spots sat with his back towards the alleyway, soaking up the last few rays of sun that still decided to shine through, the city in the spotlight.

The little dog went back to his scavenging and risked delving further into the dark, narrow space. He knew that if any threats decided to come his way, the leopard would come happily running to save his life once again. God knows why. Any leopard would be happy to see a little Border Terrier like Samson as a nice snack, since it was hard to find good prey around here nowadays.

"Samsonnnn..." 

A low voice boomed from the entrance as the leopard finally spoke, causing the little dog to bolt towards him. Upon arrival, he stood beside him and stuck his nose up in the air, assuming the cat had found something they could eat. "Yes, Kumo, what is it?"

"Rotface," the leopard who calls himself Kumo would reply whilst staring into the opposite alleyway across the roads ahead, where the shadow of a Shambler was faintly seen stumbling around.