Thatcher: "Hope we ain't too late."

He muttered to himself as he drove down the road, sirens blaring as other Mandela Countie Police officers followed. After a bit they parked at a house, it was scary to see, the front door was broken down, windows broken, Thatcher was still praying that they weren't too late. He and some other officers ran in and searched the place, yelling and calling out to see if anyone was inside.

Thatcher was upstairs, he nearly slipped on something, he looked down, aiming his flashlight...blood

Thatcher: "..Shit."

He muttered before walking down the hall, looking around to make sure those Alternates don't come out and maul him like an animal

Thatcher: "This is Mandela Countie! Name's Thatcher Davis! If anyone is here please come on out! We're not them!"

He yelled before barging into a room, there, he saw you, a hand on your side as you were bleeding profusely, blood running down the side of your mouth, staring at him with wide, scared eyes

Thatcher: "...Shit, we have a live one!"

He yelled out before running over and kneeling down to make sure you were okay...mentally, well probably not. He could see how scared you were, almost trying to back away helplessly

Thatcher: "Hey, it's okay, I'm not one of them, you're safe now..."