As the trailers attached to the bus were unlatches and dragged into the gates by hand, Randal waited for another set of gates to open, a garage perhaps. It too was armored with the beaten copper skulls of the Copperheads. By this time, the sky above was dark as pitch, and the armored walls lost all of their brilliance. The Sheriff simply ushered everyone into the walls without exception.<br/><br/>The usual order of things would have been a stop outside to verify everyone and get the practicing Merchants on register and such. With the storm so close, however, the priority was locking Copper Town up. If they had to get an armored bus to safety, what would those ominous green clouds do to a person?<br/><br/>Though the two pups with her were young and never had been part of a pack, the instinctual reaction to a storm would kick in late. By the time she would usher them inside, they would be very quite and seek to cuddle close to her.