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I am runner five #15

I’ve been throwing dog biscuits here and there when I’m out.  Dog biscuits do not make zombies come running.  Unlike dog whistles, which do.

Yesterday I was sure I’d heard barking, so I doubled back.  Janine was not happy about this.  I pretended that the com system wasn’t working.  I could hear Sam going along with it.  Gotta love Sam.

Anyway.  I doubled back and there she was.  A lovely… something of a dog.  I’m not good with the breeds.  But she was definitely a dog – and HUNGRY!  I tried to get her to follow me for more biscuits, but she’s clearly become fearful of people.  I guess a zombie and a living person don’t look all that different.  And, let’s be honest, showers are hard to come by in the apocalypse, so I probably don’t smell much different either…

She started backing off and then looking at me and then backing off some more.  I felt like I was in one of those episodes of Lassie, cause I was sure she was ‘trying to tell me something’… Then a zombie shuffled onto the path and she ran off.  So did I.

I’m going to go back this week – whenever Janine isn’t hovering.

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