Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 5:56:40 GMT -5
Sasha was nervous to find out the hooded man's response. The worst thing now would for her to be alone on the road with the possibility of those madmen still out there, as well as the walker threat. She lowered her gun, hoping that he would do the same, he didn't. Shit, that's me done.
The man explained how he was a member of the group and just on watch shift. He made a valid point that he didn't know who she was and that she could kill them all at night and take their gear. It was his words after which made her question him, asking for her weapon, for one night was rather unnecessary. Taking a weapon for a day, or two would be understandable but all her supplies, that wasn't a fair deal. "That gun looks pretty nice." That didn't sound like the words of a group member, more like a bandit. "Look. Taking my weapon is fair enough but all my supplies, that's just not on."
Before Sasha could continue, a rough-looking, bearded man stepped out of one of the cabins. He had one hand on his gun and one on his knife. He definitely had the upper hand, but surely Dexter could explain to the man the situation. The man directed his question not to just her but both of them. He had his gun on them, there was no way that this was a joke. This must have meant the hooded character had lied and was after her supplies, which were mainly in her car, not too far away and in her rucksack. Sasha paled, her mouth grew wide and then a flash of anger jolted through her. Immediately, she reached for her gun and pointed it at the hooded man. "You fucking weasel! Trying to steal all my shit!"
She kept her gun on the hooded kid, her eyes situated directly on him. Whilst doing this, she replied to the other man who had questioned them. "I'm sorry. I was at a camp, not far away from here. We were attacked. It was a massacre, most of us died." She panted. "I came here looking for refuge. This guy." She nodded her head toward the person she had her gun fixed at. "He said he was one of you guys. Said there was a cabin free but only if I gave him all my shit. Look, I didn't mean to surprise you like this, I just needed somewhere to stay."
The man explained how he was a member of the group and just on watch shift. He made a valid point that he didn't know who she was and that she could kill them all at night and take their gear. It was his words after which made her question him, asking for her weapon, for one night was rather unnecessary. Taking a weapon for a day, or two would be understandable but all her supplies, that wasn't a fair deal. "That gun looks pretty nice." That didn't sound like the words of a group member, more like a bandit. "Look. Taking my weapon is fair enough but all my supplies, that's just not on."
Before Sasha could continue, a rough-looking, bearded man stepped out of one of the cabins. He had one hand on his gun and one on his knife. He definitely had the upper hand, but surely Dexter could explain to the man the situation. The man directed his question not to just her but both of them. He had his gun on them, there was no way that this was a joke. This must have meant the hooded character had lied and was after her supplies, which were mainly in her car, not too far away and in her rucksack. Sasha paled, her mouth grew wide and then a flash of anger jolted through her. Immediately, she reached for her gun and pointed it at the hooded man. "You fucking weasel! Trying to steal all my shit!"
She kept her gun on the hooded kid, her eyes situated directly on him. Whilst doing this, she replied to the other man who had questioned them. "I'm sorry. I was at a camp, not far away from here. We were attacked. It was a massacre, most of us died." She panted. "I came here looking for refuge. This guy." She nodded her head toward the person she had her gun fixed at. "He said he was one of you guys. Said there was a cabin free but only if I gave him all my shit. Look, I didn't mean to surprise you like this, I just needed somewhere to stay."