"Don't mean to ruin the moment, Lizzie, but we should probably deal with our dog problem first." 

The trouble with these zombies is that if they took a minute to think, they were actually pretty smart. Bishop figured, that since the banging against the door had stopped, the dog was looking for another way in. 

"Are all the windows barred?" Bishop looked at Lizzie, fear in his eyes. He couldn't suppress the thought of what would happen if the dog got inside. Either it would tear them to shreds or it would push them outside, back into the street, where the zombies were. 

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The dog looked through a crack in between the wood planks that covered a window that was close to the door. It was thinking, which was what made it so dangerous. When it tried to get into the bus, its thoughts were that the door was the easiest option. Now it could pick and choose its entrance. It sniffed at the window and let out what sounded like a whine. It knew it couldn't get in that window, so it had to pick another one. 

It began it's trip around the house, looking for weaknesses. It made small whiny noises as it moved, clearly regretting slamming its body against the bus. All the skin and fur that was on its left shoulder had been smashed against the bus, leaving those pieces of muscle exposed to the air. Whatever bit of life that was still in the dog clearly didn't like having its insides exposed. The animal cried as it walked, attempting to gain some kind of sympathy. 

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