[b]Alex Clark - Haywood - Jessalyn/Audrey/Riley[/b]

Alex backed off surprised when a wounded man strumpled out of the room, and made hiw ay towards the center of the community. Everyone in the room was still busy helping the woman, and if they didn't feel the need to stop him... why should he? As more gunfire broke out and angry voices rang over the area he tried catching up with what was happening. He turned bleak when he realized that mutiny had broken out amongst the scouts, many like him seeing that this was nothing more than a raid. Leaning outside of the window he wondered why people were calling Thomas Tyler, untill he realized that only the locals seemed to be doing so. This wasn't just a raid against harmless people... This was nothing more than a personal vendetta for Thom... Tyler!

Suddenly the situation reached a boiling point and a lot of gunfire broke out along with lots of screaming, and from his position he could see Enrique go batshit crazy and slash down rebellious scouts one after another. [b]"Oh shit... Oh fucking shit."[/b] He murmured as he backed off from the window, and wondered what the fuck he should do. He turned towards the two women and the man inside the room and gave them a troubled look. [b]"You aren't bandits are you? Some of us have realized that, and now a gunfight broke out between those sticking with the plan and those-"[/b] He explained, finally 'calm' enough again to speak in coherent sentences, duering which his British accent became noticable again, untill he heard loud footsteps at the door. The door burst open, two scouts struggling against eachother, one armed with a rifle, the other with large kitchen knife. He drew his rifle on both of them, yelling them to stop, but they ignored him, and before he realized what was going on, the knife stuck out of one man's eye, protruding like a flagpole out of the ground, and the pistol spat bullets at him. 

He didn't remember much of what happened during the chaotic few moments after that, but he found himself on the ground, bleeding from his side, trying to keep the knife from his throat as the other man used all of his strenght and weight to push it down. Adrenaline made time slow down as he desperately fought the piece of steel slowly descending upon his throat. If only he could grab his own knife... No, the man didn't give him enough time to do that, and as he thought of a way to struggle free, the man bit in his fingers, hard enough to draw blood, making him scream out loud as the knife fell closer to his skin again. As the man kept biting deeper and deeper he squirmed in pain, and with a sudden jerk he managed to push the knife sidewards as he gave up pushing it upwards, letting the knife just about pin his left arm in the wooden floorboards, but that brief moment of surprise in the other man's face gave him enough time to stab his thumb in the eye of the guy, releasing him from his precarious position. He drew his own knife and ... he stabbed. He stabbed the man again and again, and noticed how sickeningly easy his knife punctured his chest time over time. Once the man stopped moving, he crawled away from the dead body, untill he found himself sitting against the walls, bleeding from his left upper arm, and hand, right side, next to two mutilated corpses, blood all over the place. 

Sadly for him, his problems weren't over yet. After a few minutes, the second corpse, the one he had killed himself, started moving again. It made some guttural noises as it scrambled to its feet and made its way to Alex again, now clearly unhindered by the deep stabbing wounds in its chest.

[b]"Bloody hell."[/b]