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<i>Location: KOA campground<br/>
Addressing: Armando</i>, "Eddie"​</div><br/>There was something off in the way Eddie was moving, as if he was drunk or had been knocked about the head. Maybe the guy had slipped on some rocks and was disoriented. Whatever it was, Dan was worried the overgrown kid would get himself killed walking towards the camp like he was.<br/><br/>"Hey Eddie," he hissed. "Get down – there's danger back there. Eddie!" By the time Dan realized that Eddie wasn't 'Eddie' anymore, the rotter was within an arm's length.<br/><br/>"Shit," Dan grunted, fending off the undead's grasp as he started to backpedal and reach for his dagger. It was an old thing; a fixed blade single piece of metal wrapped in parachute cord around the handle. His fingers, numb from shock and near-disbelief, fumbled with the snap as the rotter stumbled forward, eyes glazed and hands reaching for purchase.<br/><br/>It was an odd feeling to<i>know</i>the person who had turned. Dan didn't have a problem with the typical 'stranger' rotters, but this…this was eerie. It made him feel sick.<br/><br/>A moment later he was able to free the dagger and dodge not-Eddie's hands enough to get a palm on the body's chest and grip the clothing enough to steady the body so he could stab. The newly-dead skull was harder to penetrate than the long-dead ones. Unlike those, this body didn't stink of putrescent decay when Dan jerked the knife free and pushed the body away. Almost immediately, Dan turned and dry-puked a moment as he fell to one knee and gasped out his horror and disgust.<br/><br/>He felt cold. Dan whipped his eyes up off the ground to look for Armando and signs of danger. Eddie hadn't died naturally; his throat had been cut. Whoever shot up the others by the fire had more than likely killed the fisherman too, unless there was more than one attacking their group. He had to tell Armando and warn the others.