[Shit shit shit. That didn't work as planned at all. He's making his way to the front door as quickly as he can, though he is painfully aware of the raptors chasing after him. Quite suddenly, a thought occurs to him, and he dives off to one side sharply, digging behind a bookcase and hoping against any semblance of logic that Eden's left a gun hidden there. He knows there have to be some hidden here somewhere. He shoves his hand back as quickly as he can, and grasps onto... nothing. He mutters to himself;]
Damnit. Where would you hide a gun, Eden?
[...just as he spots a glint of metal under another piece of furniture. On the opposite side of the room.]
ps; i don't want wilson dead but feel totally free to injure him XDDDD
Damnit. Where would you hide a gun, Eden?
[...just as he spots a glint of metal under another piece of furniture. On the opposite side of the room.]