"No you're not- No you're not!" Will pressed himself back against the door, unable to try and brazen this one out. "Sheriff- you shit, you fucking shit-" He paced quickly to the window, trying to size it up. If he could get his shoulders through, the rest would follow, right? Or was that cats? Back to the door to hammer on it and shake the knob as hard as he could.
"SHERIFF!! SHERIFF!! YOU'RE DEAD, YOU'RE DEAD!!!" There was a shovel in here, right? Maybe he could cut his way out! He grabbed it and swung it at the door but it only juddered painfully up his arms and he had to drop it. "WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU EVEN YOUR DENTAL RECORDS WILL BE USELESS FOR IDENTIFYING YOU! I'M GOING TO SLICE OFF YOUR ARMS AND THRASH YOU WITH THEM!"