Sam sighed and he rubbed his chin. He had forgotten to shave that morning, well whenever the last time he had access to a razor. They needed to get the gun but they simply couldn't just walk out there without something happening to them. They needed to send someone who was fast, someone who wouldn't get hurt or caught by whatever was out there. 

His eyes scanned the people in the diner. They were all a patch work group that wouldn't have mingled prior to this event. Sam stopped when his eyes landed on his sister and Avery. He couldn't sacrifice someone to save the others; it wasn't his place to choose who would go and who would stay. He placed his head in both hands and let out another low sigh. The two had a point, it would be necessary to have a gun to protect the group. They had pots and pans but those might not work. His eyes went to the darkness outside. It seemed like it was pressed against the windows, waiting. 

A soft hand on his shoulder made him tear his gaze from the darkness. His sister was smiling widely at him, the crayons and napkins lying discarded on the table. "Avery had to use the bathroom." she said before settling herself in the chair next to her brother. "I couldn't help but overhear...it would be good to get our hands on an actual weapon...but going out there is suicide." She bit her lip and for the first time since the darkness had settled around them, she looked outside. There was nothing.

"I know but it's our best bet and maybe we can find out what's going on here...and how to get out of this mess." Sam said as he brought her into a one-armed hug. 

"It feels weird, doesn't it?" Rowena said as she stood up. "Like something is out there. Watching. Waiting." 

Sam didn't quite understand his sister. He was never the best at following his instincts. He was the type of person who relied heavily on facts and evidence rather than his feelings. Avery came back from the bathroom, tugging on the short sleeve of Rowena's shirt. The woman excused herself before going back to the table with Avery. Her eyes would wander to the window every so often before settling on the task before her. Maybe it was a suicide mission but if they could get the gun back then maybe everyone would feel a little safer. 

"I'll go." Jeff Waters, Avery's older brother and part of the Rosswood High School football team, spoke up.