"The Descent" RP

[Rosemary's Baby]

She stood and pondered the bedraggled man that had literally fallen at her feet. She took in his state of dress and obvious distress. Fervently wishing Marco or any of the others were here, she considered her options. It went against her grain to leave anyone in distress on the front porch in the growing dark. And, at least he had smiled, kinda. She flicked the cigarette into the dirt. She was going to need as much strength as possible and both hands to drag him in. He was larger than her by 100 lbs and at least a foot.
"Damn, Em," she spoke quietly to herself. "Here you go again."
She noted the pistol at his waist and gently relieved him of it. It really wouldn't do to leave the strange man armed with them in the middle of the woods and literally in her bed. The cabin had one room that when they stretched out in their sleeping bags, they would be tripping over each other. There was a four seater table that stood against one wall surrounded by 3 chairs. She contemplated a minute, then broke down the pistol and unloaded it, setting it gently on the table.
She turned back to the stranger, hoping he wouldn't take offense to what she was about to do. She grabbed him by the boots and began to drag him in, his head gently bumped over the threshold.
"Damn, he's heavy," she puffed. She got him into the middle of the floor and considered that good enough. She sat at his feet, catching her breath. "Finish it, Em," she commanded herself. She had no interest in keeping him armed, so she took his hunting knife and set it with the gun, then lifted his head and slide his pack under it. She checked his pulse and breathing and decided he was alright physically. There were no other blankets around so she threw her sleeping bag over him.
She dug through her pack and came out with a bag of trail mix. She nibbled a bit then lite another smoke. "Please, let me be at the right place," she muttered, coming as close to prayer as she had in a long time. She sat back to wait for something to happen.