Feral Dog

“Grrrrrrrrrr…..” You hear looking at a dog crouched about 8 feet from you.

The dog looks like a mongrel, and from his emaciated form and matted brown fur was a stray even before the plague. Still growling at you the dog takes a step towards you, and you go still.

Cursing yourself you realize that you left your gun inside the store, and though you have a knife the animal would probably be on you by the time you could get it out. With another peel of thunder the rain increases some more and debate internally about fighting or fleeing.

“AH FUCK!” Aimee yells from behind you.

The moment broken, the feral dog charges you, and with a quick leap hits you in the chest. With a cry, your back hit’s the pavement, putting your arms up you thrash about trying to keep the dog flashing teeth from finding anything vital.

“Arrggg,” You scream, as the dogs sharp teeth bite down on your arm drawing blood.

With a swing your other arm catches the dog in the side knocking him briefly off you...Before you can get up or retrieve your knife, the animal recovers and jumps at you.

Before the Dog can put his teeth to you, you see a whit flash then blackness as you lose consciousness.

After what could have been an eternity you begin to wake up to several sensations: the first is your head on something soft that smells of peaches and rain. The other sensation is a deep throbbing in your left arm. With a groan, you slowly open your eyes to see Gwen’s frightened gaze looking down at you.

“Shhhhh….” she says, pressing you back down when you try to move.

“How long was I out.” You murmur.

“About five minutes.” Gwen mutters, stroking your forehead.

Enjoying the sensation Aimee, now wearing that ’Fuck Me’ red dress, walks up carrying a little white box with the classic Red cross. Aimee crouches down next to you on the wet pavement and opens the box taking out some disinfectant and an ace bandage. As she starts to bandage the bite, you notice the still form of the dog on the pavement.

“What happened?” You ask the women.

“A bolt of lightning hit the wrecked car, and luckily it hit the dog and missed you.” Aimee says, binding your arm.

With a smile you stare at Aimee, who eventually asks, “What.”

“I was right. You look spectacular in that dress.” You tell her, and she smiles demurely.

Finishing the job, Aimee and Gwen slowly help you up. Leaning against them while you regain your balance, you look around to see Lea coming out of the store in her Ninja outfit looking cute.

“You all right?” Lea ask, looking at your arm.

“Thanks to help from on high, yes.” You reply.

Helping you back into the store you women put you in a chair, and after giving you a quick hug Gwen leaves to put her clothes back on.

As Gwen gets dressed, the ladies gather several articles and after retrieving bags from behind the register bag up what they’re taking.

Now prepared the four of you take a quick moment to decide on where to go.