Rezilin pulled the bolt back on his FN.  And he aimed it in no ones particular direction.  He started to growl angrily, "The zombies aren't even gonna find anything left to eat of us if we fight like this...General we really can't make it to Alaska, our best bet is here.  But we aren't gonna last long like this.  And if she has to come with us..."  He aimed his rifle at Jewel. "  She has to have something over her muzzle, and I want her paws restrained...No need taking unnecessary risks."