((Amanda continued from "Though We May Not Survive It..."))
In her anger about the execution (that's really what it was) of Marcus Roddy, Amanda Jones had stormed off into the woods, marching towards where she thought the Warehouse was without a second glance behind her. She was angered that her companions, her boyfriend could think that such a matter was so trivial. Sure, maybe there wasn't much that could be done for poor Marcus, but damnit, it was worth a shot to at least make him comfortable, wasn't it? She had been left with a bitter taste in her mouth as she heard the gunshot that likely signified the end of Marcus Roddy, and that taste had only make her speed up. As she slowed a bit, seeing the large warehouse come into focus in the distance, she sighed slightly. She WAS quite angry at her companions for making the decision that they had, but that was really something that she would have to let simmer inside of her. Nothing was easy anymore, and no decision was going to come lightly...
...but WHY did they have to make that one!?
Amanda stopped in her tracks as her thoughts were interrupted by a pair of voices coming from down below her. As she looked down the relatively steep embankment, she thought she counted about four figures below. She couldn't really make out their features, but one of them looked enough like Jacob Starr, the gun he was pointing at one of the other girls only reinforcing the issue. Holding what had been Adam's shotgun in her hands, she watched to see what would happen. Unfortunately for her, she switched her position and moved her foot.
What happened next was something out of an action movie, where the hero steps on a piece of the embankment and it crumbles under their feet. This, of course, was exactly what happened, and with a yelp, Amanda tumbled down the slope, banging herself on a few small rocks as she tumbled down and landed (interestingly enough) right between Jacob and the girl that he had a gun pointed at. Taking a second to wince, she pointed the shotgun up at Jacob from the ground, and smiled a pained smile.
"Uh, hi Jacob..."
She knew her words'd have to be chosen very carefully, for she knew what Jacob was capable of, and the last time they had spoken, she had threatened to kill him.
"Can we...can we put the guns down for one second, please...?"
Amanda was obviously hurting, her body battered and bruised from her fall down the (surprisingly tall, now that she could see it) slope from whenst she had come.