[b]Noah - Haywood - Anthony, Abram, and Daniel[/b]

Help. Help had come at last. The two people who helped them seemed experienced and Noah didn't hesitate to follow them in away from the walkers. Both Anthony and Noah heaved as they ran in, but that wasn't the end of it.

[i]"Put your weapons down, sir!"[/i] One of them yelled, aiming the rifle at them.

Anthony froze up but kept his knife in his hand, giving his dad a questioning look. Noah grimaced and glanced down at the crowbar in his hand. Judging by their marksmanship there would be no way they could face these two, let alone whoever else was in this place. Noah looked over at his son and gave a nod, dropping his crowbar to the ground then gently pulling out his pistol and carefully setting it down. Anthony followed suit, staring at Noah for guidance. Noah backed a single step away from his weapons, facing their two saviors and possibly potential killers. "We don't have anything of high value," Noah explained. "We only came inside the city to try and scavenge anything we could find. If you let us go we'll leave and never come back, no more trouble from us."

While he hadn't dealt with a particular situation like this before, he had been in a similar situation. Bandits had once pinned up their group and Noah had to carefully calm them down in order for them to not fire. If even these guys had just saved them Noah had no idea what they wanted, especially now that they were pointing their weapons at them. It could possibly be just a safety precaution for them, but Noah didn't want to take chances that that was the case.