Brena chewed her lip, looking down at him. He didn't look like such a bad guy, but then again looks were deceiving. Her eyes glittered with a hint of emotion as he spoke and she watched him lift the gun. Sniffing as she drew in her breath, sharp and cold like the frigid air around her she hardened herself to the gun that he pointed at her again. She didn't bother to speak though, no, she knew that if she spoke he'd have that clear chance to shoot her in the time between.<br/><br/>When she pulled the shot gun up, she pointed it at his chest, liking her lips. "Shoot me and we'll both die. My finger will pull on the trigger... and you'll-" she stopped at the sight of blood. Oh no! Not blood! Her stomach lurched at the sight and suddenly she turned very pale. "You-You're bleeding." she gaped, motioning her gun at his side when she heard a scream that shook her from her thoughts.<br/><br/>Her shoulders arched and suddenly she was rearing back to being defensive like a slender wolf who was having her hind legs bit and snapped at. Emma threw her off completely and suddenly she felt awful really and she felt the tears starting to fly to her eyes. She was most certainly sure she was going to cry. "I-I won't!" Brena rasped, looking away dodging the face of the crying child. She pulled the gun back up and stepped away hearing Emma dote over the man who clearly was her guardian. "I won't hurt him, I was just-" she couldn't say it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Defending herself? Defending herself against a man who was clearly protecting his little girl! How stupid could you be, Brena?!</span>She chided herself, biting her lip. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't-" She bit her lip hard till it made her wince and she opened her eyes. Brena gasped, "I ... I can help, come take my gun and I'll carry him inside." She told Emma. "I promise I won't hurt him. I have a medical kit in my truck and it's only maybe a mile down. I'll be quick, but ... just let me take him inside first. I'm sorry." she told her, looking back at her. The tears just dribbled down her face. "I'm sorry."<br/><br/>It was funny how easily her resolve broke at the mention or sight of that child. Sometimes it was a curse to her, how easily children were able to break her and make her go from big and strong to small and weak. She felt so stupid, for more than one reason and if she had known better she would have never kicked him. She probably should have just slept in the truck. Gods and it was already starting to get dark, who knew what was crawling about and she just stole off with this child's one and only safety and if they attracted undead because the smell of blood.... She gasped, covering her face as she held the gun out for Emma. "HURRY! There isn't much time!" She told her, trying to get herself together.