Roland was breathing heavy as his last shot went off killing the last man shooing inside the valt, he had feadlred he was too late. He holstered his pistal and slowly walked inside, the smell of stail air filled his nose the further he got inside. Sounds of groaning could be heard but his eyes had not adjusted yet to the darkness. "Anyone still alive.." He said loud enough "I'm not here to harm, I'm here to help" he added thinking if there were people alive, they would be afraid of him right now , or at least of outsiders.

Outside there was a cloud of dust picking up and heading to the vault. Roland saw it and cursed again "shit, more are coming, if anyone can walk you better now!" He yelled but it was too late, the other bandits were getting closer. He pulled out the pistal and reloaded it, "god, please let me servive this" he whispered quietly.