Brena cursed herself silently, blowing out hot air between her teeth as she held up her hands and then knelt down slowly to put he gun down. She just prayed no undead was prowling the area and that she truly was standing alone.... without aid with... this man's gun to the back of her head. She wished his hand would tremble to give her some sort of opportunity to flip the table. Then again, there was nothing that said she wasn't going too. If she was careful enough age wouldn't get shot in the head.<br/><br/>Brena looked back slowly, not exactly able to see the man behind her but it was enough for her to know she definitely was not putting her weapon down now. Her two rules in life were never walk near or around zombies unarmed and never trust a man enough to put aside your weapon. "Clara," she lied, clearing her throat. " My name is Clara and I needed to find some supplies." She explained, but there was no chance in hell she was telling him her truck was out of gas.<br/><br/>"My friends sent me to search the house, they're out in the fields checking the area for suitable shelter for the night. We got here by a bus about three miles out now." She let the butt of the shot gun touch the ground and she tilted it to the side as if she was going to set it down. If he was watching closely he would have seen her muscles tense but the movement to put her gun down gave her the opportunity to look behind her and see he was looking elsewhere. The windows maybe?<br/><br/>Tactfully taking her opportunity, Brena swiveled around on one foot, sweeping at his legs with her left as she used her gun to kick her up off the ground and flicked it over her wrist to hold it straight and then point down at his face. She could feel the wind catch and she lost her breath, holding it on before sighing heavily. If she was right, she was totally not fit for this. All those action movies were so fake and she suddenlyfelt stupid for trying to reenact Tomb Raider.<br/><br/>( Sorry for the delay, school kind of caught up with me. Dx)