Jerry was having second doubts about this girl until he saw her move, kick him to the ground. He was lying on his back, groaning by the sudden attack on him. He lifted his head slowly only to see the gun in his face. Which he lowered his head back down, staring at the girl and the gun barrel. "I don't think there's a bus, ma'am. I would have heard it. And, there are no people around here... The entire area is blocked with barricades... Someone would have been clumsy enough to attempt it.." he said, breathing heavily. He reached for his gun that was by his side, slowly raising his arm up to aim it back at the girl. He lowered it at first because of the pain shooting through his body. Why that was? There was glass lying around where he had been standing, you could say he got some big nasty shards stuck in his back now. The pressure of lying on his back like this only made it worse. Make a wrong move like getting up and he'd be shot on the spot. And Emma, what about Emma? How would he take care of her if he was wounded like this? Jerry gripped the gun tightly in his hand and raised it up willingly, pointing it at the girl. He continued to breath heavily, feeling the blood start to leave his body and create a small puddle on the ground.<br/><br/>He was about to pull the trigger when Emma ran out of the house. "Stop! Please don't hurt Jerry!" Emma said, running over to Jerry. She got down on her knees and wrapped her arms around him. Jerry glanced at Emma, then at the girl. He slowly lowered his gun, putting it down on the ground. Emma helped him sit up, till she saw the glass shards in his back. "Oh.. Jerry, you're hurt..." She looked sad, that her dad was actually injured. She looked up at the girl and said, "Please don't hurt him. He was just protecting me... He doesn't deserve to die, none of us do..." This little kid, who knew she was watching the whole time.