[hr][h1]Bɪsʜᴏᴘ & Lᴏᴜɪsᴇ[/h1][hr]

Louise heard the close thump as what she assumed the human that was inside the bus was now outside. As the boy turned the corner of the bus Louise made herself present. She parted her lips to speak when another voice could be heard from a neighboring house. [color=E8C76A][i]"We better get to her before this dog loses interest in that food."[/i][/color] Lou spoke quickly, [color=E8C76A][i]"You can walk, can you? You're not infected right?"[/i][/color] she asked urgently, beginning to move towards the house.

Bishop nodded to the girl, too frightened by the beast on the other side of the bus to actually say anything. He wasn't infected, but if they kept talking and didn't get a move on, something told him he would be. He quickly stood up and shuffled away from the dog, keeping an eye on it while also staying close to his new companion. That's when the inevitable happened. 

The dog ran out of food. 

The monster slowly raised it's head, locking eyes with Bishop. It was still hungry, a type of hunger that couldn't be sated no matter how much it ate. The dog, one that looked somewhat like a Doberman, flattened it's ears as it moved closer, it's grey eyes staring right into Bishop's soul. It stepped closer, baring it's teeth. It made a noise that resembled a growl, but the thing's vocal cords were probably too rotten to produce much sound. 

[b]"We have to go." [/b]

Bishop grabbed Lou's hand, getting the idea into her head that she had to run. The only sounds in the street were the duo's footsteps, followed by the clicking of the dog's nails against the street.

Louise was slightly surprised by the boy grabbing her hand, but she took it as a sign that they needed to go, and NOW. The two ran towards the woman in the house as the dog came quickly afterwards. They pushed their way in as the door slammed behind them. The canine slammed himself against the wooden door with a deafening thud, making the door shake behind them. Louise squeezed the boy's hand tight as a sign of comfort before letting it go slowly. [color=E8C76A][i]"Thank you."[/i][/color] she said to the woman who had beckoned them in. Louise knew she couldn't really trust anyone, but if they weren't shooting, chasing, or biting at her from the start she would give them a little wiggle room. 

Another thud against the door.