I whistle a soft tune as I slowly make my way through the grasslands. I have no idea where the hell the silly dog end up. I mean, Baily off all people knows that wandering out into the desert is a bad idea. Especially after a sandstorm. I tense up a bit as I hear a soft bark a good distance.

I stop for a second before quickly picking up my pace into a jog. I rush across the uneven sandy terrain before spotting Bailey. She's standing just under a tree, her hackles standing bolt upright as she's growling and barking up the tree at some figure dressed in some sturdy looking clothing and a gas mask.

Oh, shit. I quickly rush over to Bailey, grabbing her collar and pulling her away from the tree. I know that get-up. The other members of the farm always say to stay away from people wearing it. I take a few steps back and gently hold Bailey to my side. The person doesn't seem to be holding a gun and I can somewhat make out a nametag that reads {{user}} on the persons jacket.

"Shush, Bailey."