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[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][/COLOR][hr][sup][color=silver]Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 07:10pm | Kettle Bridge[/color][/sup]

Of course the damn dog would come back just in time to make things worse.  Chloe stumbled over gravestones until she found solid footing on pavement and continued in whatever direction it took her; someone was still following.  The streets were mostly lit, but she didn't dare turn to see who it was.  The other girls had gone off in another direction, or at least gotten enough of a head start that their paths never crossed.  

Never the greatest athlete, and hardly aided by heeled boots; she was nearly tripping over her own feet by the time she reached Kettle bridge. Of course, she could outpace any pursuant, but the past month had been spent hiding and repressing such displays.  Panting she finally turned to face whoever was following, only to find the stray dog, stopped just behind her.  

[color=2D9677]"What do you want?!"[/color] She yelled at the animal, frustrated by the events of the night, her senseless attempt of escaping a dog, and the definite blister forming on her right foot.  She leaned forward and forced herself to take a deep breaths.  A cricket dropped from her hair sending her jumping and shaking out her hair and clothes in attempt to dislodge any more of the hitchhikers. The process only served to further dishevel her appearance further. The dog was still there.

[color=2D9677]"Shoo.  Go home."[/color]  Chloe hadn't ever been a dog person.  Where most saw cute she had a hard time getting past the teeth and claws, not to mention the [i]size[/i] of the one in front of her. Finally calm enough to stand, she took in her surrounding and cursed.  Running wildly hadn't been wise; she was no nearer home and closer to the even less savory part of town. She dropped to the curb and unzipped her boot to try and relieve some of the pressure on the foot. The dog was [i]still[/i] there.

Well past the end of her patience, she threw the shoe at it.  [color=2D9677]"Get lost already!"[/color]

Catching the shoe out of the air, the dog sat back on its haunches before placing the shoe on the ground. Barking playfully towards Chloe before it picked the shoe up again and slowly walked forward, gently placing it at her feet. Backing up a few steps, the dog sat down again, barking once before throwing its head back in the direction of the church, looking back at Chloe and then again back at the church before letting out a low whine and impatiently stomping its front paws. 

Chloe blinked at the dog with a look of surprise that quickly turned to scowl. Something was obviously wrong with this dog.  She examined the boot before putting it back on, the soft suede was ruined; but that was more due to sprinting through a muddy graveyard then the stray. He clearly was expecting her to follow, but back to the way they had both come. Just the thought of returning to the church gave her the chills.  But a quick look around provided only worse options; she had not stopped in a nice neighborhood, and the fastest way home was back south through Mather park anyways. Her mind fell to Kaitlyn again, missing without a trace, and suddenly having a large animal around didn't seem like such a annoyance. She stood carefully on the blistered foot, with her head cooled some, she was able to reduce the chafing enough to walk without limping. 

[color=2D9677]"Back we go I guess."[/color]