[b]Jacob/Ben/Sam - Farm[/b]
Jacob heard the noises from outside. He grabbed both Ben and Sam, told Sam to bring their father upstairs, and grabbed for his Remington. Most of the windows were boarded up, but had little sections to peak guns out, but they were really only used for emergencies. He walked to one of the side windows, aimed outside at the man, and squeezed the trigger just enough so that it wouldn't fire, but he'd be ready to in case of an emergency. He called out, "Hey fucker, you better put your hands up or the knee's go first." He said. He wasn't exactly a 'tough guy', so-to say, but he sure as hell could sound like one if he needed to.

Sam and Ben went upstairs into one of the bedrooms. Unfortunately, Sam had chosen a room with wide a window had had it's curtains open. Ben sat on the bed, drinking away the whiskey which he had almost about gotten done with. Sam sat down, hushing his voice as he listened. When things started to heat up, he peaked outside of his door, and began to walk downstairs. His curiosity always got the best of him. Ben stayed upstairs, drinking away his life as usually, until he stared out the window to see two approaching men.