[center][u]Nathalie Soltero – Gift Shop – Finn Loughty [/u][/center]

After the piercing scream and gunshots, it had gone eerily quiet again. Nathalia kept her eyes locked on the outside of the shop, focusing fully on the direction where the scream had come from. Her mind was so completely engulfed with the possibilities of what might be happening beyond the walls of her shelter, that she had hardly heard the sounds of movement inside those ‘protective walls’. She had pushed them aside, not taking them in as a priority since she had already cleared the shop; if it were one of the dead, they were to have made more noise along with their disgusting groaning.

The young woman had moved a bit to get a better angle to look in different directions when she heard something like a voice. This caused her to stand up straight from her semi crouch. Part of her wanted to investigate, but there were other times where she had heard voices as well and there was nothing. Just her mind tricking her into thinking that there were others, fooling her into getting her hopes up.

[b]”Who are you?”[/b]

Nathalie spun around, gasping slightly as a booming voice back from behind her. She had her machete in hand but when her eyes landed on the man questioning her, she was able to tell that she had no chance. The man stood at least a whole foot taller than her, if not more, and judging by the sound of movement behind him, there was at least another person there.

“I… I’m Nathalie. Who are you?” Unfortunately, Nathalie’s voice did not come out as full of authority as the man before her. She wanted to show that she would stand her ground too, but she had been taken by surprise, causing her to not only lose her focus but her thoughts. Not to mention that she had just woken up a few minutes ago. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just stopped by here to get some rest.” Her eyes slowly looked around, making sure there was no one else that was going to take her by surprise from another angle. Sweat started forming on her forehead again as she began to stress out on how she’d get out of there since she had barricaded the door. [i]’The door. I closed it off with a book shelf…’[/i] “How did you get in here? I blocked off the door with a book shelf and it’s locked from the inside….” Her blue eyes made their way back to the man, her voice was slowly regaining composure as she asked her questions, although she still didn’t feel as confident as the man probably did.



[@Juniper]