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Location: <i>KOA cabin</i><br/>
Addressing: <i>Rachel</i>​</div><br/>Rebel moved in short spurts, glancing towards the direction he thought the gunfire had come from as he hoped beyond hope that it was just Armando taking out some Walkies. Rachel's voice was easy to follow, but he was certain they were heading into something bad. Panic didn't grip a group this quickly unless there was a reason to be panicked.<br/><br/>He could see the vague outline of her as she moved almost haphazardly, calling for her brother as she stumbled along in the dark. Rebel moved slower, more deliberate. "Rachel!" he whispered loudly. "Stop running!"<br/><br/>Quick glances back to the fire, or the bits he could see, gave him no clue what was going on. There wasn't any shouting, nor was their normal sounds of people talking or moving about. For all he knew they were running towards the threat, but he had never been the kind to shirk dangerous tasks when it came to protecting others. He'd been diagnosed once; co-dependent with a strong sense of protectiveness. It made him good for his job and bad for relationships.<br/><br/>There was a moment when Rachel paused, and Rebel was able to cover some ground, but he still wasn't close enough to stop her. "Rach!" It came out as a hushed shout. "For God's sake,<i>stop!" </i>