[color=dodgerblue]"I think..."[/color] Morgan gritted her teeth as she pushed the shelf in place. [color=dodgerblue]"I think he was trying to help us. Even then, he nearly killed us in the process."[/color] She continued, then leaning against a wall to rest temporarily. Her gaze met the door, with its lock broken and battered from her break-in. Was it a good idea for them to lay low here, to wait until this all blew over—if it even would blow over? Or was it better to catch their breath and get out of dodge while they still could? 

Figuring it was worth asking, Morgan spoke up again. [color=dodgerblue]"Morgan,"[/color] She responded, watching Issac pull a hidden machete from within a cabinet. Something told her that she didn't want to guess why the machete was there; this place was already enough of a house of horrors. But at least it was another weapon they could use to defend themselves.

[color=dodgerblue]"So,"[/color] She anxiously tapped her fingers against her leg. [color=dodgerblue]"What do we do now? Do we stay here? Do we try to find help?"[/color]