<div style="text-align: center">《 Dan 》<br/>
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</div>Dan was still reeling himself in from finding out that Ray had murdered the lot of them. How Dan survived, he didn't know, unless Ray had spared him in some sick version of mercy. He glanced at Kennedy, noting that the usually pulled-together counselor seemed rattled.<br/><br/>If the shrink was worried, everyone should be worried.<br/><br/>"Eddie's gone, Clair too," he confirmed. "I didn't see Alan, but those who were praying with Ms. Scott by the fire are all dead. Completely dead."<br/><br/><i>'Everyone but me,'</i>he thought, guilt already beginning to dig in its nefarious claws.<br/><br/>He glanced over at the door when it opened again and Ezra came out. In the dim moonlight that managed to get in through the spiked covered windows he saw another form, a slighter one, and assumed it was Anise. Dan nodded at Ezra's question, and when the man began to accuse Armando, Dan stepped forward with a raised palm intended to act as a barrier between the two.<br/><br/>"Hey, hey – I know it's upsetting, and…upsetting's not the right word. Horrific," he amended, "but if Ray wanted us all dead, we'd probably all be dead. Besides, he doesn't go anywhere outside the walls without his Shadow of Death," he referred to Alvaro. "Right now it's too dark to see who might be in the woods with us in their sights. We need to hang tight until we can make a full assessment."<br/><br/>And until he could find out if Rebel was alive. He'd know what to do. At least, Dan hoped so.<br/><br/>"We need to secure the cabins and come up with a plan for the morning." He shook his head. "I don't understand why they came out here. Maybe the other horse went home?" he asked, looking over at Armando. "You know Hale loves those horses more than he loves half the people at Abendblume."