[b]Jess - Bus - Abram / Bandits[/b]

Jess nearly screamed when the strange man appeared. She tried to pull her pistol on him but he quickly took it from her. 
"Stop! I have a baby!" Jess cried as she covered Ben with her arms in an attempt to protect him should the man fire. When he said they were looking for food she looked up at him, trembling. "We have no food," she said. "But we do have friends with guns who'll be back any minute."

Her threat was not needed because moments later there was a gun shot and two of the men left, leaving one behind. Jess could tell by the look in his eye what he was thinking. Her eyes roamed the woods wildly. Where was Abram?
"Don't touch me!" she screamed when his hand came towards her leg. His mother's distress caused Ben to howl his displeasure, his small face turning red in upset.

But before the lecher could touch her Abram suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Abram!" Jess cried out as he killed the man with little effort. They had no time to speak before a hail of bullets crashed through the windows.
"Stop!" Jess screamed, covering Ben as Abram covered both of them. When he crawled out she stayed on the floor, crying and praying the shooting would stop. For a few moments all that could be heard was the sound of Ben crying. Jess tried to comfort him but it was hard when she was terrified herself and the baby could sense that.

Abram returned the to bus and Jess stood, hoping to God it was over. Her eyes went large as she spotted movement behind him. "Abram!" she screamed but it was too late. The third bandit had gotten hold of Abram and pulled him to the ground. As they scuffled, Jess tried to find some kind of weapon to help Abram with. By the time she had decided to put Ben down on a seat and go out herself Abram was coming back, saying they had to get out of there.

"He's okay," she told Abram. "He's okay," she repeated thankfully, pressing a kiss to the baby boy's forehead and hugging him tightly, tears springing to her eyes. "It's okay baby... Benny, it's okay... Mommy's here... shh..."

Poor Ben was still upset, not understanding what all of these loud noises and shouting and screaming meant. He was still crying but it was quieter now, more like blubbers and whimpers. Jess cooed and shushed him, trying to calm him down and hoping he would just go to sleep until they reached another safe area. Or at least relatively safe.

Jess didn't ask what had happened to the other men. She already knew. So instead she placed Ben into the sling across her chest and covered him with her jacket to keep the rain off of him. She grabbed her bag and found where her pistol had been dropped. "I'll follow you," she told Abram.