The knight forced his way through the  streets  he could almost feel the creature’s breath upon the back of his neck though he did not bother looking back knowing  that the creature would not be able to catch him as long as he kept moving – and its attentions seemed solely upon the pair so he was not too worried about the others getting  caught up its mindless flailing even if a few had sustained some injuries. Sure; he could have turned to fight it and he was more than capable of looking after himself his concern for the moment had been towards his<i>luggage,  </i>knowing that it would be more difficult to protect her and fight the creature should any more of them show up while he was distracted. He had decided to  head towards the Inn and leave her in the room that he had  procured the night before as that was likely the safest place- if such a place still existed within the town.<br/><br/>The swelling crowd however began to hinder his progress as it seemed everyone else had the same idea , filling the streets and making their way towards the inn. He skidded to a halt as a band of guards emerged. The point of a spear flashing past his head as it pierced into the mutant that had been pursuing them. he released a small breath of relief, not that the creature had been dispatched but it seemed to save him the need to explain himself at least momentarily. Now if only he could be sparred of them.  Certainly he must have appeared quite out of place, no more than a vagabond, with his blade drawn still dripping with blood of the creature that he had slain previously. The sword might have marked him as something more.  The forest green-cloak slightly tattered, and his face covered in course hair.  His grip tightened slightly upon the girl shifting her upon his shoulder as he eyed them slowly with dull gray hues before  turning  and motioning towards the creature.<br/><br/><i>Who are you?</i>it  should have been a simple question for most. Instead  he turned, indicating towards the body on the ground. “It seems your town is infested.” He replied simply. “There’s still survivors fighting in the square.” Hoping that the realization would help to spur them onward.  His gaze drifted towards the one who obviously seemed in command of the small band; They were still waiting for an answer. “My name is Gabriel, my village had been attacked so I came here..” He shook his head in a rueful manner, reflecting the visage of a man who had clearly lost much. “As for the girl I cannot say. She was like this when I found her, cornered  by one  of those. Is the inn still standing?” he  questioned.<br/><br/>Hoping the answers would satisfy the men, he would wait and providing that they had no more further questions for him he would make his way towards the inn, cleansing the blade before thrusting it into the scabbard as there  seemed little need of it for now though his gaze continued to scan  the crowd making sure that no  mutants had managed to make it past the guards before finally forcing his way into the inn grumbling to himself. The inn had been  packed with people mostly wounded and having escaped  from their ordeal  the din rising to fill the common room which now felt somehow claustrophobic as he made his way towards his own room. There was a satisfying<i>click</i>as he inserted the small brass key and giving it a turn thankfully they had not decided to open  his room just yet and give it to someone else.<br/><br/>He lowered the girl onto the bed, which happened to be a small bed of hay towards one side of the small room which was barely large enough for the two of them.  He lingered, but a moment propping his back against the wall as he looked her over perhaps to see if she had still been alive or if she would regain consciousness.---<br/><br/>Though he would not linger long fully intending to return towards the onset of the and assist any who still may have been lingering behind. He turned to lock the door; sliding the key under the gap for her to find when she had awoke.