Collin made his way through the hall and started down the stairs. Taking on a towns' security force and walking away was one of the few things that marked you public enemy number one. This wasn't how Collin wanted this visit to go but in these trying times, self preservation was priority one; keeping the casualties low sometimes came second.<br/><br/>Lost in his thoughts, Collin was almost startled to look up and see a man deliberately standing in his way. Collin mentally scanned this new man and determined that he wasn't part of the town's guard, possibly a walker himself or just a serious citizen who overheard some of the action. The gunshot at the very least could have been heard from the front gate. Regardless this man seemed to have every intention of keeping Collin stationary until he got a satisfactory answer. This man looked like he knew his way around surviving so Collin figured he'd have to be very careful how he answered the stranger's question.<br/><br/>"Wondering why there's a man in front of me not minding his own fucking business..." not the most subtle response but given the mornings' rapid events, Collin felt short on time and patience. Collin glanced at his obsticle one last time. He had the sad eyes of a man who lost everything, fairly common but there was something else that Collin couldn't quite pin on the stranger. It was also obvious this man knew how to handle himself unlike the guards and even their captain. Not in the mood for a real confrontation and trying to conserve his energy for the journey, Collin sighed and rubbed between his eyes.<br/><br/>"Ok since you asked nicely Ill give you the quick version. Local drunk tried to get a little physical so I put him down. As far as I know he isn't dead but im sure the guards heard different. They woke me up rather harshly without so much as a quick explanation so I fought back in self defense. And its not my fault they have bad aim with itchy trigger fingers. So stop worrying bout me when there's a guard bleeding up there with his friend's bullet burried somewhere in his chest. Wanna be a good semaritan? Then go do your part." With that Collin shouldered past th stranger out the door, paying little attention to whether he would pursue him further or not. Once outside Collin slid on his sunglasses and glanced around to get a quick barring on his next direction of travel.