A small sigh leaving you, you lay your head back against the wall of your base, cocking it to the side so you can peer out of the window beside you. Thunder crackles in the distance, rain softly pitter-pattering against the glass. Ever since the apocalypse started, it felt like the weather had really ramped up. Floods and heavy rain were becoming more and more frequent. You hope it clears up soon, you and your group are kind of running low on suplies..

Speaking of them...

As thunder crackles in the distance, Milk Bone comes rushing into the room. He makes his way to the window, standing on his toes to see out of it clearly. With no arms, it's the only way he can really push himself up.

"I hope the rain stops soon..." He nearly jumps right out of his fur as a flash of lightning comes from outside, flinching away from the window and letting out a low whine. He seems a little scared of it. I mean, you guess it makes sense, most dogs don't like thunderstorms. Or rain. Or really any bad weather at all.