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[There's no way in hell Meyer is going to stand back and let a little kid get killed by a ghoul that might just have been created by the City to scare people. No way. He doesn't know yet whether these things can inflict damage, but it seems like a better policy to shoot first and ask questions later.

So he pulls his gun from his jacket, aims it cooly, and fires at the lunging man.]

[She doesn't startle much when the gun fires, but she uses the distraction to run back. She doesn't know where the shot came from, she can't see in the haze so she just runs from all of it.

Her heart is beating a storm and she doesn't know why. Hasn't she known it would come to this, some way some way? That's why she has the gun at home.

She runs until she hits a brick wall, breathing heavily, and turns to see if he's still following her.]

[The ghoul may or may not be following her -- Meyer hasn't turned around to check, which he knows goes against everything he's been taught about keeping someone in your line of sight at all times -- but Meyer certainly is, right behind her, making sure she's not running into more danger.]

Bobby. It's okay.

[Not that is particularly seems okay. Especially not to Bobby, probably.]

[She not crying, she's never do that, never has other than the once. What good has crying ever done anyone in the long wrong.

She is shaking, and she hates herself for doing that.]

Did you kill him?

I shot him.

[But that's not killing him, and Meyer knows it. Even if the shot was good, even if it was well aimed, right into the ghoul's chest -- he never goes for a headshot, it's too risky -- that doesn't mean the thing died.]

I don't know.

Why is he here?

[She's pressed into the wall, as far as she can go. She can feel her nose running in the cold and wipes it on her sleeve.]

There's a lot of them here. I'm not sure. I think it's something the City is doing.

[He glances behind them, still edgy.]

We should keep moving.

But you shot him. He can't keep coming back.

Around here, I don't know.

[She wipes her nose again. She's not crying, still not crying, won't ever cry.]

Where won't they find us?

[He pauses, frowns. He always thinks things through carefully, but right now, they need to be moving as he thinks, so he starts heading down a street, looking around, hand still on his gun.]

I don't know if they can get inside. We should try inside first.

[She nods, her hand on the kitchen knife at her belt.]

Alright.

[He glances down at her weapon, nodding approvingly.]

Good. You stay close to me, okay, and yell if you see anything.

[His steps are quiet, trying not to attract attention from anyone or anything that might be roaming the streets tonight.]

[She stays close. One run-in with her father in one night is enough for her.]

Do you think they are the real people or monsters who look like them?

I don't think they're real. I think they're created by the City to scare us or hurt us.

[At least, he hopes they're not real. Then he has to be the guy that shot Bobby's father, and that's never good.]

[Better you than her, Meyer.]

He looked like he was already dead. He isn't dead at home.

Then I think there are two possibilities.

[He quickens his pace slightly.]

Either he isn't real, or he's died at home, and somehow been brought here.

I don't know who'd kill him at home. I have the gun and Jocelyn would never use it on him.

[She's still looking around her all the time, still shaking like a leaf.]

I'm not sure, either, but I think the best thing to do is stay inside until all of this blows over.

Until they start getting inside, too.

[She picks up her pace to stay a little closer.]

If they start coming inside, we'll have to find a different way to fight them off. Are you a good shot?

I've never tried before.

I don't want to alarm you, but you might be finding that out sooner rather than later.

Can you teach me?

Sure, when do you wanna learn?

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