The man spun, looking around and clutching the baby in his arms. He darted toward Dakota, expecting her to cower

Dakota rasied her pistol at the figure, not firing yet but willing to

The figure spun and darted out the open exit, not making a sound, not saying a word. Dakota felt her hands begin to shake with fear and denial, the feeling that she was failing creeping in

"Shit!" Daota exclaimed, taking off behind him

Dakota staormed back inside, hastily grabbing her sweatshirt