Andrew pulled his pistol from his waist and slowed down. He would keep the group to enter and get them into the town alive and healthy. He needed everyone to stay close. However, seeing Rena run ahead, he couldn't help but panic. She could handle herself, he knew that, yet he was afraid. She was fearless, yes, and they needed that. They needed that fearlessness from someone. He could feel Mary step closer, walking behind him closely. The woman looked behind to the others, passing a smile to Annie and her companion. Yet hearing the same girl yell, provided a visible flinch on the part of Andrew. They didn't need that.

Emilie kept her fingers tight, ready to pull out her string at any moment. By the looks of things there were only two. The thought of Stalkers were fresh in her mind, always. Once her feet met the road, she glanced down the opposite side of the highway and saw nothing. It was neither a blessing or a curse. 
"Perhaps we should hurry towards the town. There may be others there." She muttered, jogging up towards Andrew and the others. "If anyone sees us coming from a distance, there's a high possibility we won't be welcome."