<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>37<br/><br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Deli.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 2<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tim's eyes found Natalie and the hacksaw she had dropped to the floor, illuminated by the light that was into the room by the open refrigerator door. Quickly making his way towards the frightened young woman, Tim was intent on getting his hands on that hacksaw and no one was going to get in his way.<strong>"Gimme that,"</strong>he said sternly as he reached down to pick it up. Without hesitation, Tim set to work hacking through the chains that bound his feet, cutting them close to one ankle until the blade sliced through, then he set about cutting the chains close to the other ankle. With his feet free and clear to run, he felt a lot better about his chances, though he still had to get his hands free. As he set the blade to the chains around his left wrist, he listened as Brazil and then Natalie explained their stories. The sawing came to a stop when Natalie mentioned voices and he looked up at her in stunned silence, not giving voice to the question that echoed in his mind. And then, as if they had heard the comment and wished to chime, the voices in his head began to speak again, bringing his focus back to Brazil with narrowing eyes as she disappeared up the stairs.<strong>"Someone may want to keep an eye on her. I don't trust any of you as far as I can throw you and I don't think it's a good idea to let anyone out of our sight right now... not until we're in the clear."</strong><br/><br/>Drake and Sarah seemed just as stunned as he had at Natalie's mention of hearing voices, but when Sarah said she heard them as well and then Drake described one, Tim's head turned suddenly towards Drake with a wide eyed expression.<strong>"Fuck me,"</strong>he whispered in mid stroke of saw the chains from his wrists.<strong>"No fucking way,"</strong>he said louder this time, walking freely over to Drake and Natalie. His dark brown eyes darted guardedly between the two, finally focusing on Drake as he described the voice.<strong>"You... you hear God too?"</strong>Just then, Sarah began describing the second voice, the new voice he'd started hearing recently. The second voice only confused him, for two reasons; the first reason being that it seemed to always contradict the first voice, but the other reason was the one Tim was really having trouble with. The second voice seemed more like how he would think God to be, calm, trusting, forgiving. He snarled in frustration because it brought into question if he had really heard from God or not, and if he hadn't... all of those people that he killed, were they really demons?<br/><br/>Tim glared at Sarah for a moment before his eyes drifted off into space as he considered the meaning of all this and the possible implications it held for him. Suddenly, his stern, hard expression cracked, giving way to a glimpse of horror at the realization that perhaps he actually had done those monstrous things they said he had done. His respiration increased as visions of those he'd shot and killed in the grocery store flashed in his mind, and he backed away from the group, backing himself against the far wall as the whole scene played out in his mind.<strong>"Oh God,"</strong>he muttered softly as the hacksaw fell from his hand, clattering on the floor as Phaedra came down from the apartment, announcing it's contents to the group, though her words were lost to Tim.<strong>"Oh God..."</strong>