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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Tobias 》// KOA campground // Jeb​</div><br/>Tobias began to carry the backpack down the trail. He focused on putting one foot ahead of the other while a film reel played in his mind. This was about the time in a scary movie where a character in his shoes might have fallen for an abandoned backpack. But, as the viewer would soon find out, the backpack was filled with a running chainsaw. Maybe even a decapitated head or amputated limb.<br/><br/>He tried to ignore the weight in the bag as it rested against his back. Maybe it was the fact of knowing that there was someone in the wilderness. Someone had watched him pass. Someone had intentionally set a bag out on the path for him to blatantly stumble upon on his way back to camp. Tobias knew there were people still in the world, but how many groups and individuals were residing in the hills and territories outside of Abendblume? Had they invaded someone’s home at the campground? There were no signs of active life, but that didn’t mean anything. Scared humans knew how to cover their tracks.<br/><br/>Tobias was still contemplating the meaning behind the backpack when he heard the unmistakable sound of gunshots. His head snapped up and he stared blindly into the darkness. Why the hell were gunshots coming from camp? Fear hit him in the gut - the Abendblume guards were turning on them.<br/><br/>He flinched physically as he heard another shot and then another. Tobias gripped the strap as it cut into his shoulder and grunted as he stepped off the path. There was no telling which direction the gunman would run and Tobias wasn’t going to let himself be hit head on. He waded into the forest, brushing the foliage and lofty plants from his path. It was hard to maneuver through without tripping over every root and fallen branch that crossed him, especially because he could see but five feet ahead of him.<br/><br/><i>“Tobias!” </i><br/><br/>The shout made his blood run cold. He recognized the voice distinctly. The only reason he didn’t take off at a full-out sprint through the flora was because his sister didn’t sound pained. He still needed to get to her, regardless. It wasn’t safe for Rachel to be out and screaming while a gunman was God knows where.<br/><br/>Tobias hurried through, attempting to round the perimeter of the camp while seeking shelter and safety inside the tree line. However, in the dark, the task was easier said than done. There was no telling where he was, but at least he was confident in the general direction. Tobias clomped haphazardly through the woods until he stumbled onto the rocky beach. He heard another shout just above the sound of the rushing water and set off to follow to its point of origin.<br/><br/>Rocks shifted beneath his shoes as he jogged down the beach. His heart pounded rhythmically in his chest. He was terrified of what he might find. Rachel’s scream had been recent, but that didn’t mean that she hadn’t taken a bullet. His sister was angry with Hale and Abendblume, and rightfully so, but Tobias worried that her mouth would get her into far more trouble than she realized.<br/><br/>“<i>Mmfph</i>!” Tobias felt a warm hand close over his mouth. While he may have enjoyed this in other aspects of his life, he wasn’t thrilled about it now. He stood, practically paralyzed as the offender whispered to him with vague mention of Rachel. Tobias exhaled sharply through his nose and felt his rigid shoulders soften with acceptance. He nodded his response and reached to pull the man’s hand from his mouth. Tobias shoved away from him and turned, staring daggers at the man. “Where is she?”