Akita padded through the sewers, looking for the leader of the pack she wished to join. She was immune and wished to help out in the pack. Akita's chocolate and icy-blue orbs scanned the sewer's cracks and cervices. She was aware of the infected dogs but doubted that they would come down here into the smelly place. Akita shook her head in slight disgust as the stench of sewer flooded her nose.
"Hello? Anyone here?" Her soft, country-like voice called out, her ears laid back against her head slightly, hoping someone could find her soon. If not, she'll turn tail and run somewhere else. Akita's bandanna was swept behind tied in front of her neck instead of hanging in front. Her tail wagged slowly then stopped. She felt somehow uneasy but she hoped no infected was here - oh how she hated infected dogs. Slaughtering humans, dogs, and other animals.
Akita shook her head again to rip away from the grasp of her grizzly thoughts. She stopped suddenly as fear scratched at her heart as if a fire was burning through it. She repeated herself, "Hello? Am I in the right place? I would like to... join." Another pang of fear scratched at her heart. Still no answer. She sighed hopelessly, therefore she was deep inside the sewers and she felt she couldn't dare take a step forward or backwards so she just stayed where she was... waiting.