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</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Owen and Clive 》<br/>
Location: Morris truck<br/>
Addressing: truck occupants <a class="username" data-user-id="10174" data-username="tobacco camille" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10174/">tobacco camille</a>​</div><br/>"There isn't much along highway two as dropoff points, so I'm going to take chumstick up," Clive informed the woman sitting in the cab with him. The roads were darker, more desolate, and for some that might have made them uneasy. For Clive, that meant safety. Staying hidden and undetected was the way to go, rather than being more out in the open on the broad highway. Both directions went north, and would ultimately take the two brothers they they wanted to go. Albeit later than expected to be home but that was just the nature of things sometimes. His brother was talking to them in the back. Clive could just make out useful parts of the conversation through the rear window over the thrum of the old diesel engine. They would potentially need to find fuel on the way home, as this route would likely be longer, especially with the added pitstops.<br/><br/>"What about the natapoc, beside the old nursery?" Clive asked, wondering if the woman knew of it.<br/><br/>"You didn't hear what they just said? Don't you think more miles from Abendblume might do them good?" Owen chimed in. The natapoc cabins were just a few miles north of KOA, but they were going by it anyway.<br/><br/>"Worth a look," Clive figured, but when they drove up beside it something seemed off. It was quiet and hard to make anything substantially out, and Clive passed it up on pure gut feeling, figuring it was best to keep going. When they neared the nursery up ahead, there was a large herd meandering down the roadway. The commotion probably sent them on south, which was good for the folks that lived north. Not so good for the folks who were just trying to head home.<br/><br/>"Hang on," Clive directed, making as sharp of a u-turn as the big truck would accommodate for. He turned off onto eagle creek road, hoping that path home was safer.<br/><br/>"Gonna be a hell of a scenic route," Clive told them, "But there are more desolate and hidden lodgings along there. Connects to the walker canyon national forestry roads. Real easy for people who don't want to be found to stay hidden. About ten miles of it before it turns back onto chumstick." Effectively bypassing their roadblock. Clive hoped the old forest service road was passable, but he'd rather content with a fallen tree he could drag out of the way rather than a riled herd.