Despite all the noise she was trying to block out of her head and ears, there was another sound that made her chance opening her eyes. Looking through a tiny slit, she saw them. The dogs. "Fuck," she cried out as she released her head and ears. Evelyn turned and shoved the dead men off of her, no easy feat. The longer it took ber, the closer they got. And they were getting too close for comfort. She scrambled to her feet, groaning at the pain in her leg and In her head. She took a deep breath and started running. She ran as fast as she could towards the tavern, her leg burning. Bloody footprints were left in her wake as she ran. 

Just before she made it to the tavern, her eyes started burning, her throat itxhing. Evelyn started coughing and kept closing her eyes. They would pop open long enough for her to see a shot of the immediate area, before they closed again. 

When she finally made it into the tavern, she quickly turned and slammed the door shut, leaning up against it. She started coughing and gagging, her eyes squeezed shut. "Clay," she hollered between coughing fits. That was when she felt the impact of the dogs against the door. It was so hard, it made her jump forward a bit, but she immediately pressed back against the door, preparing herself this time. "Goddamn it. Clay!" Evelyn felt around on the door, feeling for the lock. It took a moment, but she finally found it, and locked it. Despite her coughing fits, and inability to see, she moved away from the dokr8and began trying to move through the tavern. She would peek her eyes open every now and then, but it didn't help much. It was still hard to see past the years in her eyes. 

Evelyn suddenly felt something at her leg, and she toppled over, having tripped on a chair. She landed on the leg an had been shot in and cried out, her hands instinctively going to hold her thigh.