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Location: <i>KOA cabin</i><br/>
Addressing: <i>Rachel</i>​</div><br/>After a moment it seemed there was nothing to be said between himself and the nurse. She went outside, probably to give them both a moment of air. Rebel laid back in the bed, draping one arm over his eyes and trying to let himself rest.<br/><br/>A few minutes later he heard a cheerful voice outside talking to Rachel and realized it was the idiot who attacked him outside the church. Well, one of the two idiots, anyway. Rebel smiled grimly as he heard the nicknames that Kennedy used: Hella Spice and RaeRae.<br/><br/>There was no fucking way Rebel was going to sleep with all that chattering going on. He sighed heavily, dropped his arm and then rolled out of bed. Everything hurt. His stomach was eating itself from the inside out, and that water tasted like stale toilet tank water; it was hydration, but it was disgusting.<br/><br/>Just as he was thinking about checking on Dan, five precise, consecutive shots rang out. Rebel squatted to the floor at the first shot. By the third he was reaching for his holsters and shouting "Rachel! GET in HERE!"<br/><br/>By the fifth shot, Rebel had tucked in his mag holster and was moving towards the door. There wasn't much he could see in his brief glimpse out the window; his hand was fastened over the backstrap of his gun with it still in his holster. No need to draw it while he still might need both hands. He knelt by the door and took a quick peek outside, then shouted to the others.<br/><br/>"Get INSIDE! Fuck!" He had no idea where the shots came from, whether it was Armando or some other person, and whether it was the rotters they were shooting at or something else.