<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Natalie Brewster</span><br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>acquitted of first degree murder by  reason of insanity<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Deli, watching a man bleed to death isn't pretty<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Group 2,   Drake<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Natalie came to a skidding stop in front of the door. She could have ripped it open.  She could have escaped and taken her chances outside in the dreary morning that, in all honesty, did not look much different from the grey, depressing night she had somehow lived through.  She could have left like Brazil and now Sarah, but she didn’t.  Letting out a long and weary sigh Natalie extended a shaky hand and turned the lock and deadbolts as Drake had requested before moving quickly towards the windows to pull the shades low, keeping curious eyes from peering in.<br/><br/>Padding cautiously back into the kitchen, Natalie refused to look at man bleeding for fear the voices might go off on some crazed rant. Instead she focused on Drake.<strong>”I …I locked the door and pulled the blinds. But...what...what if someone gets suspicious? I mean, if the store is normally open and it’s not… won’t they call the police anyway?”</strong>Nervously Natalie stood, wringing her fingers and nibbling on her bottom lip. She couldn’t help but wish for Sam for what seemed the hundredth time since they had been separated.<br/><br/>Her soft brown eyes filled with compassion as she finally gave way to her consciousness and looked down upon the older man. Though she had to soon look away, unable to deal with the blood, Natalie had felt remorse for Brazil’s actions.<strong>”Maybe…”</strong>Natalie began, quietly offering an option that might help them as a group to escape the shop before suspicion landed on their doorstep.<strong>”Maybe he has a car? We should look for his keys…if he came to work using a car we could….borrow it.”</strong>She was unable to bring herself to admit that they would in fact be stealing the car. Natalie’s suggestion wasn’t all that bad when compared to the violent attack Brazil had handed out, but it was still wrong.<br/><br/><strong>”We could phone or an ambulance before we leave….maybe…maybe he might make it if they reach him in time. If we had a car we could find the others, or get there first?”</strong>Wherever there might be, Natalie wasn’t all together sure. The only thing she knew was that she was alone with Drake in a deli with a man bleeding to death and should someone find them, they would be left holding the bag.<br/>