The smell of everpresent death and undeath worried him. It was getting stronger. And closer.

[color=lightblue]"You're just gonna have to trust me then. And I'm not a monster!"[/color]

Daniel gripped his pistol tighter and gritted his teeth. This wasn't going the way he'd wanted it to go, but beggars couldn't be choosers. He had to convince this...weird warrior woman that he just wanted to find a way out of his once-home. His bat was gripped tightly in his other hand, low and safe, but ready to come up at a moment's notice.

The tension built between them as he steadied his aim at the woman's head. Something had to give.

He hoped it wouldn't be him.