Although they were not quite yet in the Battery Fort, Machete still knew to be cautious about running into any Batterist who may be nearby.  He was confident that he could take on a small group of them, though he doubted it would come to that.  Most knew his face well enough to leave him alone.  Still, there tended to be one or two stupid enough to try and make a name for themselves.  Then there was the Gray Bitch...<br/><br/>Machete's hand went up to the scar that was left on his tanned face, left by a bicycle chain.  If it weren't for his doctor friend, that wound would've likely led to a slow and agonizing death.  He could still remember that feeling when he received that wound.  The rush.  The adrenaline.  The excitement of meeting his match.  He wondered if he would ever feel that again.  His name was Machete because of the machete he carried on his belt.  He also happened to carry a hatchet, a fireman's axe he found in the rubble, but his favoured weapon and the one he was most known for was his two feet long blade of death.<br/><br/>He snapped out of his daze long enough to remember what he was doing.  His dog, a labrador retriever ran ahead of him and disappeared out of sight.  He wondered if he should start using a leash, but decided against it.  One of the silver linings of this post-apocalyptic wasteland was that there were no more rules.  There was only freedom.  Why should the dog be denied that?<br/><br/>"Shadow!  Here boy!" Machete continued calling as he made his way down the street.  He glanced around in search of his lost dog, seeing if there was any response to his shouts.  It was at that moment that he heard a bunch of barking.  After following the sounds of the barkings, he caught sight of his dog.  He quickly ran over, but suddenly stopped as soon as he had a clearer picture of what was going on.<br/><br/>His dog, Shadow was standing over what appeared to be a dead body with one leg up in the air.  No... the body was still moving now that he had a closer look at it.  Shadow, it seemed, was pissing all over this poor soul's face.  He had seen many mangled pieces of flesh that were once human bodies, but even he had to keep himself was cringing upon what he saw.<br/><br/>"Shadow, c'mon.  Over here," Machete hissed at his dog as he got closer.  He stopped until the barely breathing half-corpse was right at his feet.  He then crouched down to take a closer look.  A look of shock came across his face as soon as he saw hers.