[centre][b][h1][color=6ecff6]Sasha[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

Sasha rounded up the dog, which was harder then it seemed. The dog weighed probably half of what she did, even being a little thinner then it should be. So she found a rope, tying it loosly around the dog's middle, and grabbed her change of clothes and a towel, she guided it towards the gym. She striped to her underwear, looping the rope around the shower head, she turned it on warm, first giving the dog a good rinse, she found some liquid soap, and spent the next who knew how long washing the dog. It seemed it took a while for the water to turn from brown, and murky to clear. The dog didn't make it easy, either, licking her face, and wriggling happily. 

The dog had a brillant black coat, shiny once it was clean, and she found no bites, no injuries. The dog was probably healthier then they were. She checked his claws, checked his teeth, and around his eyes, but the damn thing didn't even look to have fleas. Had it been owned by someone? Well, she wasn't worried about the dog harming any of them, or turning into a zombie dog. Were animals affected by the virus? She didn't really know. 

Once the dog was cleaned, she let him shake, to dry himself, and dried, before changing into her clean clothes, pulling her hair back, before grabbing the make-shift leesh, and starting back to her room. The commotion Violet was making wasn't alarming, instead it just sounded...normal. She smiled to herself, turning into Hers and Matts room, the dog still in tow. 

The next day, she still didn't know what to do witht the dog, but rather then allow it to get up to mischief, namely causing Grace to laugh happily, Sasha took the dog with her to go hunting for the cafeteria like she had planned to the day before. She got hopelessly lost, her old school had had a simple design, this one didn't. She weilded her knife, just in case there were walkers in the school, although by now surely they would have been attracted to their scent. 

Finally, she found the cafeteria, frowning as she found the doors already wide open, their lock busted. She glanced inside, hearing movement, her heart stopped, but a walker didn't speak, unless you counted the horrible wheezing sounds they made. 

It didn't take her long to find out that it was Jacklyn, Sighing to herself, Sasha braced herself for a confrontation. [color=ec008c]"Oh, look at this, the dog dragged a little kitty in!"[/color] Jacklyn cackled, cracking open a tin of peaches, clearly unafraid of Sasha, or the dog. [color=f7941d]"The food is for everyone, Jacklyn. I'm taking some back"[/color] She brushed passed the taller, heavier woman, the dog happily trotting along beside her on his make-shift leesh. There was something...something on the air...dirt...that smell of an overripe garden...herbs. It didn't take her long to find the verticle garden along the kitchen's wall, and pleasure rose over her as she went over to it. [i]Ah, Ginger![/i] she harvested it, thinking to make Nikki a drink from it, to help with her nausea, knowing it would be bitter, but would hopefully allow Nikki to keep more then a little bit of food down. 

[color=ec008c]"Why aren't you afraid of me?"[/color] the equestion, issued in a puzzling manner, had Sasha glancing over at Jacklyn. She shrugged, looking away, trusting the dog to guard her back. [color=f7941d]"Because you aren't scary, Jacklyn. Mainly you're just selfish, vain, and, well Pathetic"[/color] 

She was ready for the punch, and she crouched, smiling slightly as Jacklyn stumbled off balance, and sweeping her legs out from under her, Sasha crouched over the woman, her dagger in hand. [color=f7941d]"I maybe small, Jacklyn, but I'm not defenseless. I've gotten good at fighting these last few months. And I've seen the way you look at Grace, like she's a liability. I've seen the way you study us, trying to think of ways you can manipulate us, for your own advantage, and I'm not going to stand for it. This group is mine, and you won't take that away from me."[/color]

For a moment she was sure she saw real fear in Jacklyn's eyes, and taking a minute pleasure in that, Sasha rose. She decided to come back later, and walked quite calmly out the cafeteria, although she disliked turning her back onto a clear Sociopath, she didn't want to show weakness. Although once she was clear of the doors, she began to run down the halls, back to their living spaces. 

The dog went straight towards Matt, and subsequently Grace, trying to get to the child, he eagerly bounced around Matt. Sasha smiled, and turned to Nikki, [color=f7941d]"I found Ginger. The cafeteria's kitchen has some herbs growing there. Ginger is good for nausea, and harmless to the baby. I can make a drink out of it, although it won't taste nice"[/color]