[OOC: Merrrr... I have no idea what I'm doing.... I'lll just throw in a random character and if you want, I'll add more later.]
Rebeca held her rifle close to her as she continually scanned her surroundings. She had learned to treat the world with a certain distrust that made surviving much easier. Toast, her only companion, walked next to her calmly. In fact, he looked to be smiling as his tongue lolled out between sharp canines and he kept his eyes straight ahead. They were on a country road somewhere in Michigan. They had been travelling from Louisiana by means of her mother's camry until early this morning when the tank emptied and with nothing to refill it, she simply abandoned it in the middle of the road. She wasn't sure where she was going, but felt the need to move. She wished there were others out there to help, but the only others she met did only harm.
She was interrupted from her ponderings by the sound of footsteps. She watched as the hair on the pit bull's back raised and he barred his teeth. "Toast!" she hissed. His attention snapped towards her and she motioned for him to follow her into the brush and trees not far off. They concealed themselves as well as possible. She bit her lower lip hoping Toast would comply and they wouldn't be attacked. She focused on the road as they waited, watching.