<div style="text-align: center">《 Anise and Armando 》<br/>
<i>Location: LDS Church; approx 1 mile into their trek<br/>
Addressing: Kennedy, Rebel, Rachel</i>​</div><br/><br/>"And it's our choice to try to convince them that life is still worth living, you inconsiderate jackass!" Anise returned. She tried to make it clear to Evelyn  that she wasn't a burden, but then all hell broke loose. Rebel struck a cord with Kennedy, and suddenly he was there beside her, shoving Rebel back. She stepped away, watching as the fight broke out. When she turned to look back behind her, Evelyn was continuing onto the church. She met eyes with Rachel and hurried after the woman, concern etched on her face. Most that were turned out were a burden in some sense. Herself included. If she'd been alone in the world, now, she might have felt similarly. Rebel had done nothing to try to understand what wasn't said, and how could he relate to how they were feeling? He hadn't been turned out. Even as burdens, they could still be something if they stuck by one another.<br/><br/>"Don't.." she tried to warn, but her voice didn't carry over the cacophony of noises.<br/><br/>Armando jumped down from the carriage after the first shove, realizing which way things were going to go. He was only glad Kennedy, in his anger, hadn't reached for the weapon that he'd given him. Rebel was doing his fair share of running his mouth but luckily the inclination hadn't seemed to cross Kennedy's mind. Armando might not have completely missed the mark in his decision making process. It seemed more like it was going to be a frustrated brawl, but once Rebel got over his momentary surprise, Kennedy might be facing the consequences of his actions. It was the sort of thing they didn't really have time for and was certainly making a hell of a lot of noise.<br/><br/>In a mess of flailing limbs, he reached to drag Kennedy out from under Rebel, putting a knee into the man's side to shift his weight. Somewhere through the process he tookan elbow direct to the face. Momentarily, he saw white, as his vision went for a few seconds. His forearm went to his face with a harsh curse, still dragging Kennedy back with a tight fist bunched in the man's shirt.<br/><br/>In those few seconds with most distracted, Evelyn had opened the door to the church. Anise had rushed forward, throwing her weight to try and close it again, but suddenly there was resistance. Weight behind the door, a soft scrawling of the dead, and the awful smell that went along with it.<br/><br/>"Rachel!" Anise called out, knowing she needed help to try and close it. Evelyn was staring, taking for too many seconds for her to process what she'd just done.