[@Demonic Angel] [@Alexfangtalon] 

	Camyllia didn't grab his hand but instead gripped her machete tighter ,shifting her pack and walked around the group watching them like a hawk,"C'mon Blitz," The dog growled at her," Jus' lets go. I'll try an' get ya more jerky," Camyllia said walking down the stairs and following Alex to the car. Running to get a seat closer to a door because if life has taught her anything was that always have an escape route, even when you think it safe. You are never safe. 

	It felt like that one time back when she was about 6, just before she was sent to California,  when her dad had a bit of a money loan problem. Guys,like the two twins coming up behind them, made her feel really on edge and felt like she was in danger even when they said they were friendly. They weren't. She got out before they can do serious damage. The twins made her feel like a cornered already wounded animal. She tastes the danger like the blood, but theres nothing she can do about it because of the people they brought. Though she hasn't looked in the bag she hoped that there was something in there that if worse comes to worse.