Alana: oh uh. Just, lost track of where I was...I am really sorry! I didn’t mean to...I get so sidetracked sometimes I get lost..

Alana: sorry...oh um. I-i’m From Ireland, visiting I suppose. * there was something shiny in her bag*

* she nodded* thank you, * she quickly put it on* it was nice meeting you both. Cmon comet. * the wolf tree along beside her*

* two more just like comet ran by after Alana*

* the two simply followed her, one seemed really playful, while the other one was calm*

* Alana looked back, before going back into town and into a hotel to see if they allowed pets*

* she looked outside, concerned slightly*

* she sighed* why did I come here again..

* she raised a brow, going over to the window* odd...

* she rushed outside, holding onto the scarf* what’s happening..?

* she stared at the child, before rushing to them*

* she growled* you don’t think I know that! Give me the child. I’ll take care of it from here.

* she sighed* then please follow me. It is not safe out here.

* she quickly went back into the hotel and to her room* is she hurt, sick maybe? * she set her bag down on the table, the three wolves looked at the small girl, before going calm*

* she sighed* that’s good. You may call me alana. If you may.

* she nodded* it’s nice to meet you both... * comet growled* * she sighed* comet has trust issues.

* she looked over at comet* no no dear. Comet is a wolf, not a dog...comet please go lay down. * comet simply laid down on the couch*

* she sighed* Ireland. I came here to have a nice visit only to find war and...violence.

* she nodded* it is fine, Ryan. I have seen this violence before. So it does not phase me.....hm.. * she reached for her bag* reena, would you like to see something?

* she pulled out a bracelet, it had shells and beads* I found this back at the market at my home. It’s a little small for my wrists. But I think it might fit yours.

* she smiled* please call me alana. * a smaller wolf walked up* * she giggled* ah, this is jello. Absolutely sweetheart.

* jello sat down, wagging his tail*

Gaffi: *he got up* i-i can't get sick... I'm kinda already i-...... N-nevermind..

Gaffi: u-um... Thanks..? B-but... Y'see... *sighs* just to make it clear, listen for my pulse. Then you'll understand.. And don't try to shoot me please. *he doesn't have a heartbeat/pulse. And there's some sort of bite on his shoulder*

Gaffi: I am a zombie. I wasn't experimented on, I was bitten and infected by another zombie. There are others like me, except... Some of them aren't from here. they were.... Resurrected, somehow, which confuses me. I always have to hold off my hunger so I don't scare anyone. But I at least try to eat normal food to fit in..

Gaffi: I agree.. But there are lots of people who tried to kill or capture and experiment on me. Which I barely escape from.

Gaffi: r-really!? Th-thank you! B-but... What if one of the enemies find out..?

Gaffi: o-oh.. *He signed of relief and smiled a bit* a-again.. Thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate it..

Gaffi: "birds of a feather flock together" as they say.. ^^

Gaffi: *he giggled a bit* ^-^