The dog stopped pounding against the bus and looked towards the can that had been thrown at it. It sniffed around it, licking the small bits of food that remained. It was like a normal stray, other than the rotting flesh. After it finished licking the can it carefully made it's way to the pile of canned dog food. It sniffed around it before inhaling the chicken flavored chunks. The beast was starving, a side effect of being the victim of a terrible disease. 

The banging finally stopped and Bishop stopped crushing his hands against his face. He didn't trust the silence, but he hoped the dog was gone, or at least distracted. He didn't want to think about what would happen if the monster came back. Bishop opened his eyes and slowly crawled out from under the bus seat. He looked out of the bus window, only to find the beast happily munching some dog food. It wasn't there before, obviously. That meant someone was here, and clearly trying to help. Whether they were helping themselves or someone else was beyond him, but Bishop had to take advantage of the distraction. 

He moved down back to the bus floor, thinking up a plan. He couldn't go out the main bus door, the dog would notice him if he did. If he opened one of the emergency doors, the bus alarm would trigger, alerting every living or non-living thing in the area. His best bet was a window. It wouldn't be easy, and he might get stuck, but it was worth a try. Bishop didn't want to wait for the creature outside to finish it's meal and go back to trying to kill him. 

He tried his best to quietly shuffle over to the side of the bus that didn't have the dog waiting outside. He crawled onto one of the bus seats, the springs inside squeaking. Bishop paused, waiting for the monster to notice him. But, it didn't. It was still distracted with its current meal. 

Bishop wasn't religious, but at that moment he prayed that he would escape this situation without harm. He crouched on the bus seat and looked back at the dog, making sure it was still eating. He looked back and slowly moved the window down. If the dog spotted him and gave chase, he would be done for. Everyone knows it's damn near impossible to outrun something with four legs. 

Bishop pushed himself out of the window, landing on the road with a thump. He froze, hoping that the dog didn't care enough to come investigate the sound. The animal raised its head when it heard the thump, but then immediately went back to lapping up the remaining bits of dog food on the street. The beast had to make sure it got every piece of food. Hell, it might even start eating the street if that meant getting to the chicken flavored goop that was poured onto the asphalt. 

Bishop quickly got back to his feet and slowly moved away from the dog, thanking whatever Gods were listening. Someone had saved his life... using a can of dog food.