Evacuations were underway, caravans were being prepared to carry supplies and weapons should the people be unable to reach a safe haven in time, or worst came to worst. Many who had families in other towns had already fled during what precious daylight hours they had. Fear however, was staring to take over. The poorer districts were on the brink of riot if they weren't controlled or moved fast. It would only take one event, one straw to break the back and every store in town would have its windows bust open and its contents looted. Some had already started looting, but they were being subtle and trying to let others in on their opportunity.<br/><br/>Gideon, hammer leaning on his shoulder while one hand rested on the base of its hilt to stop it from flipping over was scanning out over the horizon towards the roads where it was most likely the Hollowmen would come from. It was quiet...expected for daytime hours while the sun was up. He still found it unsettling. Hollowmen certainly had a preference for the night, but he had seen plenty while the sun was up.<br/><br/>