Chloe was not surprised when Josef began to get angry and panic. When his voice began to get louder she tugged on his shirt again, trying to get his attention. “Quiet…” She said, putting a finger over her lips. If they had even a hope of finding Joan, his yelling wouldn’t help them at all. Their best bet was to stay calm and quiet. Even though she had only known them for maybe an hour or two, she was also worried about Joan; the girl was injured after all. At the very least they had some idea as to where she would be headed.

It was rather easy for her to keep up with the man, even if he was panicked. Chloe took notice of the soldiers and although it bothered her, she didn’t let it get to her too much since they weren’t looking at them. All of a sudden she felt a shove on her shoulder and, startled by it, began to trip and fall into where she had been pushed. She wasn’t sure why she had been pushed but she quickly stood up. She brushed off her pants and nodded at Josef. “It’s alright.” She said, though she had to admit, she was slightly angered by the shove.

Looking around she found that they were in a bar, a recently visited bar at that. It reeked of alcohol. Seemed like someone, probably those soldiers had been having a party. She sighed, alcohol was such a useless thing in times like these, it only dulled the senses. She froze for a moment when she heard footsteps but was quickly snapped herself out of it and followed Josef out the back. They would be safer in the alleys, less people to that had a good view of them

When they rounded the corner she cursed herself. She gasped as she watched Josef fall to the ground, holding his stomach before a gun was quickly pointed right at her. Her mind began to fill with thoughts and panic. Maybe she should try and talk her way out of this; no, he would kill her and Josef before he would let them go, and even worse, he would probably call his buddies over to watch and help out. Finally her mind went blank and all that was left was fear and the ultimate survival instinct; kill or be killed. She ran at him swinging her axe at him with a lot of force. She could only hope that her legs could carry her faster than he could pull that trigger.