Hot damn thats alot))

She rolled onto her back and snapped her gun out of its holster, nailing it with two to the head. "Fucker." She snarled, stumbling up and kicking it off of him. The kick seemed a little too personal. She grabbed his hand and helped him up, grabbing her shit and moving again. "Are you okay?"

I blame it on you))

He huffed, wincing as she pulled him up. "Great thanks." He said sarcastically, looking at his arm which was quite scraped but fine, just stinging. He grabbed his gun and followed behind her. "Well that'll wake you up in the morning won't it?" He said with a small teasing smile to lighten her mood. And his kinda. It's not all that pleasant to see your life flash before your eyes.

"Ha-ha." She glared at him, sprinting hard enough to make a track runner blush. She kept running that way (and dragging him with her) until they were well out of the town and the adrenaline had long since faded from her system. They were out of sight of the town before she let herself stop running, her legs quaking like she had never run before. Well, her entire body was quaking, so. She dropped everything and leaned her back against a tree, covering her face with her hands and taking long, deep breaths.

He was keeping up just fine with her till she slowed down to let them rest. He was definitely winded but not really ready to stop. he squated down and leaned on his hand to support him. "Well you have a bit of leg on you." He was kinda panting. He looked around, staying alert incase they were followed.

She looked at him over her hands, tears obviously welling in her eyes, hence why she had tried to hide her face. "Are you okay? Did it scratch you?" She moved closer to him, grabbing his arms and looking over them quietly, until she saw the scrape. It obviously wasnt a claw or bite mark, probably from being shoved down into the ground. She dropped his arm and sighed.

He gazed at her eyes, noticing the agitation in her eyes. "No I'm fine, just the floor." He smiled at her, covering up a concerned expression. "Are you okay? You're a bit shaken." He traded the pistol in his hands and touched her shoulder gently for a moment, his hand dropping to his side again, switching the firearm back.

"Im okay." She looked up and gave him an unconvincing smile. "And I have clothes now! So yay. Lets uhm- lets move." She grabbed his hand, still shaking like a leaf, and started walking on toward the house in silence.

He was suspicious and she could probably see it in his face but he said nothing. Glancing around quickly before they started walking again. He was in line behind her til they made it back to the house. He opened the door, Dutch came out. Luke started baby-talking him in a squeaky voice, holstering his gun. He knelt down and petted Dutch. "I missed you buddy, all cramped up in there? Sorry you couldn't come withhh,"

She gave a little smile at his baby voice, but miraculously passed up on the chance to tease him. She dropped her bag of clothes by the door and let go of his hand, walking quickly into the house and then the bathroom. She shut the door behind her quietly. She was shaken up and a half. She leaned on the sink and laid her head in her hands. "God, Mercy, pull yourself together." She mumbled to herself.

After a little bit of squishing Dutch's face around he sat down by the dead fire, with some kindling he breathed it back to life. He was quite casual about the Misted encounter and although his skin was crawling he wasn't too bothered. He laid down and shut his eyes with the warmth of the fire glazing his right side, Dutch seized the opportunity and hopped on him. Which definitely was unpleasant. Then he laid down on Luke after he revived from getting the wind knocked out of him by paws to the chest.