The second-last can of beef and vegetable soup was tossed into whatever currently remained in the sewer system, the plastic spoon sailing in after it, joining it in its sad fate. Elbow resting on her knee, Rowena stared at the can before reaching around and scratching her dog behind the ear. Themistocles hadn't seemed interested in the can nor the plastic spoon but just whined, painfully bored. It was understandable. They'd been living here in the sewers for quite some time, scavenging the above ground area for whatever they needed to survive then slipping back down. The stench and filth stopped bothering her after the first few weeks, but her dog deserved some clean air, or so she personally thought anyway. Plus, if she ate another cold can of soup she just might lose her mind. Whatever was left of it.

"[color=9e0b0f]Into the woods with a pack and a blade. A cigar box medkit, retractable spade. Flint and steel. Pine needle bed. There ain't nothing like the woods. To clear your head,[/color]" Rowena sang, watching the Malamute walk a few paces in front of her, sniffing at whatever was left of the outside world. They'd already gotten everything they needed from this area, so it was time to move on and look further along the road. Rowena played with the broken pipe she'd brought with her, swinging it to the tune as she sang quietly. She had the luxury of taking her time, walking in the center of the highway with a watchful eye on Themistocles. There weren't any walkers as of yet so she thought she'd take advantage of this, heading out further than usual in hopes of finding something or someone new. 

It was after about forty-five minutes of walking that Rowena came about the first signs of intelligent life. About six silhouettes, from what she could tell. With a click of her tongue and a pat to her thigh, Themistocles was back at her side, leather collar pressed to her hip. She hadn't seen people in almost an entire year and was more than cautious. If they had guns and decided they didn't like her, she'd be royally screwed. However, she wasn't keen on being alone in this place for another year or for however long she had left to live. So she gathered her courage, keeping her dog close and her weapon closer, and slowly made her way toward the group.