[b]Shan and Ryder - Outside Haywood - Haywood Scouting Group[/b]

As the men approached, Ryder stayed still, even though his body drew itself protectively over Shan's frame. He jumped at every shot they fired, and his breathing was shaky, as he tried his best to stay still, and hopefully go unnoticed. Once they were, what he considered, too close, he quickly drew Shan's pistol and shoved it toward the man's face, "Stay back…", he ordered, his eyebrows low as he covered her body a bit better. She took a few deep breaths, now that her oxygen was fully blowing into her nostrils. 

As she sat up, Ryder's arm came instinctively to press against her chest, keeping her still. She slapped it away, taking another deep and shaky breath through her nose, "Stop. Ryder…stop…Listen to them…"

Ryder sneered for a second, before lowering the empty pistol, and lowering the hammer. He was shaking at this point, threatening armed men with an unloaded gun. He glanced between them all before taking his own deep breath, "She can walk fine…and we need medicine. We've been runnin' for ages, but she's on her last hour or so of oxygen. How do I know you're not some freaks that are going to attack us..?", he asked, as Shan began scooting away from him. Her face was pale white, and her lips were a faint shade of purple already. She pulled her beanie a bit lower on her head, and crossed her arms to warm herself.

"Thank you…", she whispered to them, her face tired but sweet, and her eyes heavy. Her short red hair peeked out from under her purple beanie, plastered to her forehead a bit. Ryder turned sharply, narrowing his eyes at her for her trust.