<div style="text-align: center">《 Armando 》<br/>
Location: Near the campfire -&gt; outside the cabin at #2<br/>
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</div>The nature in which the people were shot was deliberate. Ray was capable of making effective head shots. Armando knew that because he often took Ray out for target practice when irradiating necros over their 'migratory' paths. He was a great shot, nurtured over the years starting from a curiosity about firearms. Even before there was a serious need, Ray had enjoyed shooting as a sport. His father had always seen it as a worthwhile hobby, and Armando had considered it an asset, until it was used for something as heinous as the scene laid out for them. Armando didn't share this information out loud, especially with Dan struggling with his emotions as he was.<br/><br/>Moving forward, Armando just put on a blank face and did what needed to be done while watching Dan's back. He worried over a slipup that would cost him another man. He worried about Rebel, suffering a concussion. Perhaps confused and disoriented. They needed to make their way back to him.<br/><br/>Armando motioned back towards the row of cabins, indicating to the one where Rebel had been set up to rest. They had not seen any others along the way, living, dead, or risen. He walked up the steps of the cabin and listened, announcing his presence.<br/><br/>"Rachel? Are you and Rebel alright? There was a threat that has been pacified. Unfortunately there were casualties.. Some of them have turned." He wouldn't consider KOA safe at the moment considering he wasn't sure if there were other dead out there. Or more necros drawn in. Possibly other humans. He was confident that Ray wasn't waiting to do more damage. The young man was straightfoward enough that if that was his intention, he would not have had a problem looking Armando in the face and telling him so.<br/><br/>"I am sorry that we have not been able to do better." What could Armando offer them now?<br/><br/>"You've no reason to trust us, and I never expected you to, but we can do our best to gather up the.. the survivors and to secure KOA from the necros that are undoubtedly going to seek this area out. We can try to find your brother. He was not in the area the shooting took place." He hadn't been aware of the reshuffling, and that it wasn't Rachel or Rebel behind the cabin doors.