Runaway. 3 The sound quickly stopped and it became unnaturally quiet. I silently opened the pantry door and glanced around. I couldn't see a thing, it was pitch black. Then out of nowhere the noise was approaching me faster and faster like a racecar with no driver. BAM! Something tackled me and i fell on to the floor and it barked. Barked? It was a dog. I started laughing hysterically. Wow I must be getting really paranoid. I was scared out of my wits because of a harmless Dalmation. I gently pushed the dog off me and felt its neck for a tag. Nothing. " I guess this is your house, well do you mind if I stay here for a bit?" I asked the dog. She looked at me and barked loudly. "I take that as a yes" I whispered while I rubbed her head. "I think I will call you Azula." Azula wagged her tail in agreement. I unzipped my pack and pulled out my blanket and laid it on the living room rug. I collapsed onto the make shift bed and snuggled up next to Azula and fell into a deep sleep. "Maybe things are turning around for me." I thought. Little did I know that it was going to get much, much worse.