you ducked under a wagon, terrified for life as a man approached. holding your gun you aim at him.

the man crouched low with his hands up, slightly moving forwards and backwards every couple moments.

"hey, hey. it's alright." he spoke, his hands still up as he tried to convince you to come out from your hiding place.

he kept his shotgun holstered as he looked at you, keeping his hands in your sight to not frighten you more then you already had been.