"Hey Jason look!" I called out to him. He stopped walking, turning around. "Did you find something?" He asked. "I found a camera!" I smiled, pointing to the ground where a pink camera lay. 
"Oh wow." He walked towards me. "Does it have any film?" He asked. "Let's see.." I opened the camera to see it empty. "I don't see any." 
"Aw that's a shame, I was kinda looking forward to taking some pictures again." He said sadly. "Yeah me too." We then heard another noise, like grass rustling and metal creaking We turned our heads to the sound once again. 
"This is getting weird." Jason said. "Yeah, very!" Katelyn said in a worried tone. "Let's just forget about the camera." He said. "Yeah good idea." I said before we heard the rustling once again, like someone was leaning on old metal. 
After we turned our heads to the sound cautiously, out came a white American Eskimo Puppy, peeking his head out and staring at us. I held my hands over my mouth as Jason's jaw was wide open. 
The puppy looked terrified, he was beyond dirty, his white coat almost completely brown. He was trembling and I could tell from a long way away. "Oh my god..." I whispered, looking at the puppy. I hesitantly walked towards it slowly trying not to alarm it. "It's..it's a dog." 
I kneeled down, the puppy looked up at me. I searched it's face for any sign of pain in its eyes. The dog barked at me happily, nudging my face. Jason walked up behind me in his defensive stance in case the dog was rabid. 
The dog sniffed me curiously. "Jason, how do you think it survived?.." I asked softly. "I don't know but even though their breed is smaller than most I think it's just a puppy.." he said. "M too.. oh no! Poor puppy your fur is dirty." 
I kneeled down on my knees, my jeans getting dirty but I didn't care as I ran my small hands through the puppy's fur, picking out some dirt and fleas. "Oh, when was the last time you had a bath.." I frowned, petting the puppy softly. 
The puppy whined. "Should we take it home?" I asked softly, looking behind me to Jason. "What if he has an owner?" He asked. I gave him a 'seriously' look. "Jason.. we're in a zombie apocalypse." 
"Should we bring him home?" I asked again. "If we do, I'll find some dog food." He said, looking into my eyes. The dog barked in appreciation. I giggled at the dogs reaction. "Let's go home." I smiled, picking up the dog gently. "I'll get the bag." Jason said. "Thanks." He laughed. 
A couple hours later- 11:00 PM
We walked through the door, the light was dimmed as we saw Luna on the couch, reading a book. I smiled, the dog in my arms as I waited for her to look up. 
When she looked up her eyes widened and she quickly closed the book, "what is that?! No way!" She looked at the dog in awe. "We found this little puppy in a junkyard." I said. She got off the couch, walking towards us. 
"The poor thing, you're dirty!" Luna said sadly. "I know, I was actually just about to run a bath." I said. "Good idea, I'll totally help. By the way.. is it a he or a she?" She asked. "Uhm.. we're not sure." Jason said as he walked in the door. 
"Do you guys have a name for it?" She asked. "No not yet." I said. "We were thinking of a few names along the way here." Jason said. "Oh really? What we're your ideas?" Luna asked. "We had Daisy, lightning and Nickels. Jason said.
"But since we don't know if the little one is a boy or a girl, we couldn't really decide and they just don't really fit." I said quietly. "Heh, true." Luna said. "Okay, well I better go out for some dog food." Jason said. 
"Are you sure your okay going out at night?" I asked him, worriedly. "Yeah, positive."   "Okay, well take the bag just in case there's a flashlight in there."   "Gotcha." He said before walking out with the bag over his shoulder. "Come on little one, let's get you clean. I spoke in a baby voice to get the dogs attention as the dog followed me to the bathroom.