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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Tobias 》// KOA campground // Rachel, Rebel, strangers​</div><br/>Tobias glanced again to the backpack strap on his shoulder when it was addressed. He smiled, more so out of glee that Hill and Billy didn’t leave it for him. “I appreciate your kindness. It wasn’t necessary.” He knew how difficult it must be to both come upon and store provisions while in the wild. This man had essentially donated whatever was in the bag to someone in need and hadn’t thought twice about it.<br/><br/>Rebel responded, acknowledging the validity of the man’s questions - albeit in a clipped tone. He felt his brows dip together as he listened to Rebel. He knew from his years of schooling and experience that Rebel’s tone was not simple annoyance. No, there was something else deeply rooted in it, and Tobias was unsure what it was. He knew it wasn’t helpful to their cause, that was for sure.<br/><br/>“We, uh,” Tobias started, distracted by the notes he was taking in his head, “we got split up at the gates. Some of us formed a group and others kind of wandered off. I’m sure they’re somewhere in the mountains if they’ve managed to keep themselves alive.”<br/><br/>He doubted they would be a threat to his group until they became hungry or desperate. Hopefully by the time that happened, there would be enough ground between them to keep both honest and independent of one another.<br/><br/>Rachel directed the conversation back to their plans for the night.<i>“Clive and his friends…”</i><br/><br/>Tobias trusted his sister with his life - but<i>who </i>were these men? She had a better memory for faces than he did, but after spending the past few years at Abendblume, it was weird for him not to recognize them.<br/><br/>Rachel invited<i>Clive</i>back to the campground and Tobias wrapped an arm around his sister’s shoulders. “One second. I’m sorry, I must have missed the introductions and I don’t normally invite folks back to my house without exchanging names first.” He grinned and held his hand out for a shake, “I’m Tobias, Rachel’s brother.”