"Hey! Hey hey hey!" Dog shouted, sprinting to the back of the store and reaching the elevator just as the door shut. "Hey!" he continued, pounding futilely on the back wall. He sadly scraped his hands down the wall and turned around. "Sorry, he got away." He sad, rubbing his head. He suddenly sniffed and looked back over at his gore stained wrist. Angrily and ripped off his shirt and threw it on the floor. If he'd been able to smell properly in all this death and muck they would have found that guy sooner. He grabbed another shirt of similar size and color off one of the racks and slipped it on.