[center][h1]Huck and Anastasia[/h1][/center]

Jonathan wasn’t someone to stand up to a gun in normal circumstances. Although these weren’t normal circumstances and he was trying to protect someone. 

“Keep it down there sparky you will attract these things. I was a volunteer here for a while cooking and serving meals for the elders. My name is Jonathan Huckaby but if you like you can call me Huck. Now please move that gun out of my face and let us in.” Jonathan tried to remain calm as he spoke which he did but his body was shaking in fear. He didn’t want to die because of another human. It was one thing to be killed by the walking dead but by another living breathing person… That just didn’t sit well with him. 

“I’m going to put my arrow away ok?” He said as he slowly moved his arrow into the quiver. 

“Also this is Ana, I kind of saved her so that she could save me… it’s a strange story. One I would be willing to tell you once we got inside and shut the door.” Jonathan informed them as he slowly moved into the building. He placed Ana in front of him because if Zombies were to attack being torn apart seemed like a cowardly thing to put her through. His eyes left Vincent and was watching the street.