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A Rotter lunged at Myra, but even with broken ribs, the street dog was faster; grabbing the undead creature by a paw, the female mutt threw it against the pavement, its head and brains splattering across the ground. Without a moment's waste, Myra was in position for a fight, kicking Rotters away, and ripping apart their faces. But the femme was taken by surprise when a large, ex-mastiff bit down on her tail, its teeth sinking into her flesh. With a snarl of pain, she whipped around to face him, swiping her paw so powerfully across his face, the Rotter's head snapped right off. Turning to examine the wound, Myra noticed the fresh blood dripping onto the ground beneath her, and knew that she had been bitten. Only one thing to do... She thought, and without hesitation, bit down hard on her tail, shutting her eyes through the pain. After a few moments, half of it snapped off, and she whined in agony, but didn't complain as she headed back towards the others, half her tail missing.

Kamen was fighting two ex-minature schnauzer Rotters. He expertly kicked one in the jaw, and slammed the other ones head down into the pavement. The head smashed neatly, and the others jaw fell off, making it unable to bite with as much force. With a snarl, Kamen lunged forward, catching it by the throat. He slammed it against the ground repeatedly, until grey matter was smeared on the street. He took a step back, panting. He looked around, and didn't spot anymore coming, instead Myra, with half of her all bitten off. He stared at her wide eyed, not sure of whether she or a rotter had done it. If so... He would have to attack. His hackles rose, an he watched her suspiciously.

"Stay here," he told Stella. "Your cut will open up again if you fight." He ran outside, meeting face-to-face with a Stalker. He snarled and circled it. Suddenly, it lunged! Chase ducked and sunk his fangs deep into it's belly. The belly ripped open and Chase was in a pool of guts with the dead Stalker lying motionless on him.

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"Calm it, champ. I bit the infected part off." She mumbled towards Kamen, shaking out her fur. The growing pain in her tail, and in her ribs was almost unbearable, but the female Rottweiler mix simply clenched her jaw together, trying to fight back a snarl.

Chase pushes the dead Stalker off himself and limped back into battle.

He notices less Rotterz coming. Goodl! He turned around ans pinned one.

Sorry about my horrid speellingb I on a tablet.

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Feeling slightly light-headed from the loss of blood, Myra sat back on her haunches, a growl erupting from her throat. "I don't feel so..." She was cut off when she fell to the ground, her legs completely giving away. Although she wasn't completely unconscious, it felt as though everything around her was part of a dream, so distant and faded.

"Fight the remaining Rotters off!" He yelled to Kamen and caspian. He gently pulled Myra into the tent and soaked more torn cloth.

I need a major recap. I've had some family issues and I won't be on all tomorrow. (There was a death.)

Oh my goodness! I am so sorry, I will pray for yiu and your family. And Caspian, Myra, Kamen, and stella met a dog naned chase, and they are being attacked by Rotters.

"You idiot!" He yelled at Stella before dissappearing in the tent again. He laid Myra down and started washing off blood and tried to tie strips of cloth on her tail to keep pressure on it, so the bleeding would stop. He propped her side on a pillow keep her ribs in a good spot.

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Waking up with a start, Myra snarled at Chase, unsure of who he was a first. When she realized, the brown femme let out a low growl, but her apology was sent through her amber eyes as she sat up a bit. "I need to get back out there." She told him firmly, her eyes narrowed into tiny, flaming slits as she tried to see past the tent. Myra still felt a little uneasy, but if she gave it her all, she'd be able to stand up... hopefully.

"No you don't." He said firmly. "Your hurt bad, you need to stay in place for a while."

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Growling, Myra glared at him. "I'm not going to sit here and be nurtured like some helpless pup when I could be helping fight off those undead fleabags!" Her tone was angrier than she had intended, but she was growing frustrated, and containing it would be even more dangerous than letting it all slip off her tongue in a fit of rage.

"Just trust me. Siitting here will be helping your pack, by having more dogs in it. Running out theree full force will get you killed or worse." Chase barked gently. "Hold on," he turned around and bit the neck of a rotter who was entering the tent.

Kamen ducked into the tent, panting fiercely." I think that's the last of them." He groaned, slowly sliding into a down position. He closed his eyes, the pain from several large scratches was over-powering. He hoped he wouldn't turn into a rotter, he still wasn't sure about whether or not you could turn from a scratch... He just wanted to rest right now.

"Who is hurt?" Chase asked seriously.