She opened her mouth to say something along the lines of she would leave if Carly demanded, then stopped, snapping her mouth closed. It was a lie and she suspected the other woman would still know that much about her. She was too stubborn to not put up a fight, and guilty of thinking Carly was cute when she got mad. "Maybe you should practice bossing people around?" That was probably all it was, that she was too even tempered usually; it caught people off guard when she did finally reach her limit. "That's only because I've been careful not to touch anything. I'm telling you, I've killed every houseplant I've owned, plus my neighbors. I'm a serial plant killer."
It wasn't a full sized bat, instead one of the short ones meant more for self defense then playing baseball. Thus it fit rather easily in the messenger bad Cassidy always carried with her, just the handle barely poking out one side.
"Maybe it's not them, then, but a group like that." They weren't the only survivors on the island, there were people in the city (crazy people) for sure. Could even be more camps spread out, there was no real way to know. "Maybe it's the natives, even?" She hadn't seen them, zombie or otherwise, so clearly they were on the island somewhere too.
The shots going off were enough to have Cassidy hit the ground again, deciding against her original plan of being upright, and scrambling across the floor and to the doorway of Carly's bedroom. Biting her lip to stop any more startled noises from escaping. Whoever was at the front door was still there, too close and loud for comfort.
It took her a second to realize that Carly's voice was coming from under the bed. She didn't blame the other woman for hiding, but at the same time she didn't want to join her. Cassidy hated the idea of hiding just as much as she did actually hurting someone else; she was a Stone, they stood their ground.
She gritted her teeth, making a quiet sound of protest. Not sure if she was willing to let the fear she felt dictate her actions to that degree; then the door cracked as their intruders finally busted the lock. She didn't yelp, still biting her lip hard enough to bruise, but she jumped and scurried into the closet now. Backing up so she was as hidden as possible in the hanging clothes, holding her bat so she could bash anyone who opened the door.
She could hear the couch scraping against the wood as whoever the attackers were made their way into the hut. They were talking to one another, mostly it just sounded like angry grunts through the door and over the sound of her heart rapidly beating in her throat. She couldn't make out any words, could just tell when the voices got a little quieter. Checking the other side of the hut first, maybe.
It didn't last though, a couple puffs of nervous breath and the voices got louder again, foot steps seeming to thunder into the room. It took everything she had to stay still, to keep her eyes open. More shots fired, she couldn't tell from where though beyond not in Carly's room.