As Sandy half falls on the cab she quickly moves to the toolbox and opens it, looking about for anything to use as a weapon.  Her hands come across a crowbar and she comes up wielding it, half surprised that her long, shapely legs weren't getting mauled to little bits.  Of course, as she turns there's no one there.  No man, no dog, no dark sky.  With her heart thumping harder than her toughest workout would prove she gets up from her seat in the bed of the truck and looks about for that damn dog.  She wields her crowbar as she looks over the sides of the truck for some time, and then (if she doesn't see anything) she'll jump down and swing a few times around her mostly making her look like she's having a spaz attack.  After her frantic swings she jumps back into the cab of the truck, rolls the windows up, and sits there.  Okay, no body in old town save for a creepy guy and his very, fucking, creepy dog.  Best to check the downtown area with all the businesses.  Maybe most of the people are just at work.<br/><br/>And so she turns her car on, puts it into gear and heads towards the downtown area.  She's driving incredibly slow, looking out for the man, the dark-clouds or that dog.  Though if the dog, she's planning on speeding up and slamming into the creature.  That thing seriously needs to be put down.  But, for now, downtown and pray that someone else is here.  Someone else that's nice and will talk to her, and won't try to kill her with a crazy fucking dog!