Dallas emerged onto the bank of a stream- at it's deepest point it probably went up to his knee. He stooped quickly, taking out his pocket knife and staring at his reflection in the water below. He lifted it, running his fingers through his hair with the other hand. He had left it a little too long, and it fell uncomfortably onto his neck, too long to stay the way he liked it. With that, he started silently cutting his hair to the length he wanted it. The task took him ten or fifteen minutes, and it looked good. He had gotten rather good at doing it over the years. He flicked his pocketknife closed, shoving it in his pocket and dipping his hands into the water. He scrubbed his face for a few moments with the cool water, wetting his hair after and then shaking it out. He sat for a moment, curling his fingers through his hair again before he stood, shaking his head. Buck had simply laid down, watching Dallas do his little beauty routine. With that, he stood, walking along the bank of the stream. After a while, he hopped across it and started heading west. Technically toward what used to be a city- his city, to be exact. Then again, it could hardly be called that now unless zombies counted as people.

Robin had finished cleaning her guns, dawned her hood, gas mask, her pistol and rifle and her backpack. She was now walking through back alleyways to get to a grocery store. Most things there were already rotten, but there was a lot of dry foods still good. She grabbed them, shoving them into her bag. She then turned around, she saw an undead stumbling toward her, moaning. She quickly brought up her pistol and shot it. It fell to the ground, and Robin made sure it was dead dead before searching the now dead undead, then leavng. She walked to the ladder she used to get up to her "base." You had to get up 2 buldings then jump from one to another, then you could finally climb the ladder. She did so, dropping her ag. She hadn't taken her hood or mask yet, due to just..... not wanting to.

Dallas slid quietly out of the forest, keeping silent. Buck moved at his side, looking around for any sort of threat. Dallas could see- and hear- the herd of monsters on the main road. So he slipped into the alleyways, pistol in hand, weaving through alleys. He was good at evading the undead- finding places they thought weren't appealing. But of course, no one could evade them all. He span around at the sound of rattling to find an undead... being stumbling toward him. He let out a small hiss through his teeth and raised his pistol, firing. After, he knew he was about to get swarmed. Before it could happen, he took a quick glance around, grabbing Buck and making his way up the building beside him. There was a small letter on the side for maintenance purposes- a little rusty, but working none the less. Buck seemed absolutely fine being carted around like a sack of potatoes. He popped Buck on the roof, glancing over his shoulder to see zombies filing into the alleyway. "Shit." He muttered, pulling himself onto the roof with ease. After, he walked briskly to the other corner of the roof, thinking for a few moments. He would simply have to wait it out, wouldn't he?

Robin heard undeads. Many of them. She looked over the edge, seeing someone, a human and a dog she quirked an eyebrow. "Hey. Look up dummy." She hisses to him, she also throws down a pully type thing she made. It's for heavy things such as alot of food or such, but now she was going to use it to get the dog up. The human could climb the ladder.

Dallas turned on his feet fast, gun raised and aimed at her head at the noise. His stare was cold, first, then switched to utter surprise. And confusion. "I'm not dumb." He hissed back, almost before the idea that there was another human above him came across his mind. His voice was rugged from lack of use, deeper than he really remembered it being. The mask made it somewhat hard to make out details, but the voice was distinctly female. He narrowed his eyes, lowering his gun and walking toward the pulley warily. "How do I know I can trust you?" He asked skeptically, fingers curled around the pulley tentatively. Buck was staring at the wall behind him, not disturbed by the human. His mouth was bared in a slight snarl at the noise of so many zombies.

"Do you want to wait for the undead to go away or do you want to come up here with food and water? Plus I'm human as well." She seemed annoyed, plus he had just pointed a gun at her head. Like c'mon!? She took a deep breath and waited for his reply. Ready to pull the pully up with his help to get his dog up here.

Dallas glared up at her for a moment, then kneeled and adjusted the pulley. "Buck." He called softly, watching the dog turn and pad across the roof toward him. He gently settled Buck into the pulley system, looking up warily at the woman. Buck was just as complacent where he was, shifting a bit uncomfortably and looking at Dallas for comfort. Dallas gave the dog a quick pat, then waited for her to pull it up.

Robin did so, when the dog got up she got him out of the pulley and looked back over the edge. Letting the dog, Buck, sniff around. "You can come up, c'mon.* She says quickly. Waiting for him to clmb the ladder she walked over to her stuff, hiding it a bit. Then she kneeled down to let Buck sniff her as well.

Once Buck looked secure, Dallas started his way up the latter, pulling himself onto the roof quickly. He looked her over suspiciously, summing her up, almost he looked down at the street below, blowing out a breath and sitting down. Buck, however, seemed perfectly happy to make friends with the new person.

Robin flipped off her hood and took off her gas mask, she placed them on a shelf sort of thing. SHe then bent down and pet Buck. "Hello. I'm Robin. I haven't seen another person in..... who knows how long." She scratches behind Buck's ear.