"I have been needing a sword.." she grabbed the katana and looked out then window.(be back on tomorrow

(Sorry to intrude, but I believe all of us signed up as pets, and I don't believe they can pick up guns or sword, let alone even have the slightest hint of how to use one. I apologize if I'm being a mini-mod.)

Maggie grabbed Semi-auto shotgun along with a pouch of shotgun shells, she loaded the gone and looked out the window at the horde that wandered on her yard, she remembered the traps she set, the lawn had several bear traps and barbed wire, she waited until they had no more interest then wondered into the forest

Maggie gave a sigh of relief until she looked at the time, 5:50 pm the clock said, her blood roared through her veins as she remembered what that thing was, Dead-Eye she nicknamed the dangerous undead one, she remembered the photos she hid them under the couch, but she didn't dare to even think about Dead-Eye

The sun began to set, with night itching closer, Maggie blood ran cold when she heard a terrifying screech reached the whole neighborhood. Maggie had a paranoid problem and became easily distressed. She knew Dead-Eye would be back to finish what it started, Maggie looked at the traps, their where only a few traps left after some of the zombie's fell on the traps, a lot of them fell head first, she didn't have time to think and double checked the barricades, all good for now.

"Are you worried about something?"Digane asked Maggie. Digane walked around the house and found somewhere to sleep. She walked up to Maggie"Mind if I sleep in there?" she pointed with her tail to the room.

"oh i don't mind" Maggie turned away from the door and sat down on the couch. "i have plenty of room" Maggie kept having the feeling she was pulling others in danger, she hoped Dead-Eye wouldn't think of going for them for his dinner

Vixen yawned, arching her back, curling her tongue and tail. Her eyes were blurrey from the lack of sleep. She looked towards Ember who was still sound asleep, she decided to leave him be, he must be very tired too. She looked around for a source of water, but she couldn't find any so she opened her bag and pulled out a bottle of water.

The (small) zombie Lupora sniffed around, blood dripping from her mouth. Looking up blindly, letting her nose guide her, she smelled the fresh blood of a sylesti. Galloping through the forest blindly, she ran straight into a fire-trap. (Picture....)

Making a warbled yelp as the flames climbed up her paw. Galloping blindly, she ran into several trees before reaching a clearing. Sniffing and taking a step, she let out a loud, blood-curdling cry as her paw was caught in a bear trap. Blood gushed from the corners of her mouth as she gnashed wildly, the bear trap clinging to her front paw. Squealing and warbling, she leaped around clumsily, trying to shake the trap off. Trying to pull free, she was jerked back by the chain attached to the trap. Blood foaming up around her jaws, she howled wildily, her nose flooded with the scent of her own blood.