CHAPTER 5: DOGS AND DILEMMAS
The creature lunged. Anne let out a shriek and squeezed the trigger, popping off two rounds before the creature landed squarely on her chest. She let out a cry as it’s gaping maw reached for her face, and then licked it!
It was Butcher, Frank’s dog!
“Down boy! Down!”
She pushed the dog off her. “Where’d you come from?”
“What is it?” asked Razor.
“It’s Butcher! The sheriff’s dog!”
“Oh, that’s why this thing didn’t work.”
“Wow... you figure that one out by yourself?” cracked Anne, sarcastically.
“Hahaa. We still need to keep moving.”
The dog sniffed around th