I haven't updated in ages, but I'm back to pester you all again. I know nobody really reads this, but as I've said before, no matter how long it takes me I won't stop!
Nate and Emma stayed awake all night, desperately looking out for any Raiders, Will lay unconscious behind them, his snoring was so loud it could wake the dead. Emma and Nate hadn't said a word to each other since they'd dragged Will back into the house. They'd kept the lights off so as not to attract attention to themselves and sat on the ground floor armed with a broom and a saucepan.
Emma took a deep breath and broke the silence, "So, what exactly did you two plan on doing in the city?"
"Seeking our fortune, I told you already." Nate said coldly.
Emma frowned, Nate wasn't as cheerful as he had been earlier that day; maybe she should have hit him over the head harder.
"Yes," Emma said, "but, how did you plan on seeking your fortune?"
"Ask Will, he came up with this stupid plan in the first place." Nate muttered.
"If it's so stupid why are you doing it?" Emma asked.
"Don't ask so many questions." Nate said.
Before Emma could react there was a noise outside. "What was that?" Emma asked, cursing herself for asking yet another question.
"I'll check." Nate whispered.
Nate slowly stood up, armed with a just a broom. He slowly peered out of the window. He turned around and said to Emma, "I don't see anyone."
At that exact moment, a brick smashed through the window. The glass shattered into a million pieces and a dark figure started climbing in through the window.
The figure was about the same size of Nate, his silhouette illuminated in the pale moonlight. Nate smashed him over the head with the broom. The figure let out a yelp of surprise; Nate dropped the broom and roughly pushed the figure back out of the window.
Another window was broken somewhere else in the house. Nate looked around desperately for the broom but couldn't find it in the dark; instead he picked up a carving knife and headed in the direction of the noise.
"Nate!" Emma screamed, "What are you doing?"
She didn't get a reply; Nate entered the room next door and Emma could hear Nate fighting someone. She would have gone in to look, but, the dark figure was trying to climb back in through the window, gripping her saucepan tightly she hit him square of the forehead, he shouted in protest as she knocked him out of the window.
Then she noticed it had all gone quiet next door. Outside she heard a Raider shout out, "They're armed, run for it!"
Once she was sure they were gone she quietly moved across the room and carefully opened the door, she saw a trail of blood and immediately feared the worst, but, was relieved to see that Nate was sitting back in one of the arm chairs, shaken, but otherwise fine.
She went over to Nate. "What happened?" She asked.
"Another Raider had got in, big bloke, twice my size. He attacked me, he impaled himself on the knife, and then he dragged himself out the window and called for a retreat." Nate explained.
"Thank you." Emma said quietly.
"What for?" Nate asked.
Emma just smiled and kissed him on the forehead. Nate looked surprised, he looked up at Emma who smiled and said, "Don't ask so many questions."
