Mr. Wilotson paced, and the steady thud of his boots combined with the sounds of gun shots set Korryn's nerves on edge. She shouldn't be hiding. She should be down there, shooting at these pillaging assholes and finding her way out of town. Her heart thudded, and made her breathing short and quick, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Quietly, she pushed her back further into the closet, hiding behind the hanging clothes. She pulled her legs in close to her chest. She jumped as every thunderous burst of Dom's shout gun. Maybe it was better she was up here. She her a muffled sniffle from under the bed, coming from Mr. Wilotson's wife.<br/><br/>It was then she realized the siren had stopped. Either whatshisface was dead on the roof, or he had shit his pants and ran. Although she didn't know him, she hoped it was the latter. He seemed like a fairly harmless boy. Through one of the holes in her door, she could see her bag full of weapons from under her cot. Her sunglasses were also in there. God damn it, why hadn't she grabbed that?! She ran a nervous hand through her hair, feeling tears of frustration threatening to sting her eyes.<br/><br/>It was then the door swang open with a creek. She hear Mr. Wilotson clear his throat, turning to look at the person who had enter.<br/><br/>Mr. Wilotson nodded to the figure, "Hello. I see you've found Hope Springs all right." He said in a casual manner. "I've all ready placed all of my valuables out for you. There's also a bag of weapons under the cot. Feel free to take whatever you please." There was a tenseness in his body, standing oddly close to the side of his bed.<br/><br/>That bastard! Just going to give away her weapons. Well, it least it was better than selling her out. She covered her mouth, looking out the tiny hole in the door. Please just let this person take what he wanted and leave. Please.