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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel 》// KOA campground // Clive, ish​</div><br/>The suffocating, acrid scent of bonfire smoke mingled effortlessly with the crisp night air. Rachel could almost taste the flakes of ash on her plump lower lip. The breeze followed up the path behind her, delicately tousling the tendrils of hair that framed her face. The series of gunshots had brought an indescribable silence to camp. It was as if the shots had refreshed their senses - shaken the dust from their shoulders. Aside from the soft crackling of the bonfire in the middle of camp and the sound of rushing water just on the other side of the tree line, it was moderately quiet. The gunfire had stopped - but whether it simply paused or stopped completely was unbeknownst to her. Rachel needed to find Tobias before the gunman decided to reload. That was surely what the silence was concealing.<br/><br/>The Strickland woman continued down the path, her eyes darting this way and that. She slowed to a brisk walk, now aware of the roots and hazards growing along the forest floor. It was unsafe to blindly run at a fast pace. The lack of sunlight was causing immediate problems for her. She felt over her scrub pockets for the flashlight she knew she wasn't carrying. If God wanted to pity her at any point in her life, now would have been the perfect opportunity.<br/><br/>"Tobias!" Rachel shouted, hearing nothing in response. All she felt was fear. Tobias must have been the first person gunned down. That was why he was silent. Behind her, Rachel heard hissing from yards down the trail. She whipped her head back, staring into the increasing darkness. Rachel recognized the trailing figure as Rebel even before her eyes landed on the outline of his person. Rebel would haul her back to the cabins if he got his hands on her.<br/><br/>"Tob-" She blinked, her heart thrumming anxiously in her chest. "Tobias!" The person was inarguably male and physically matched her brother's height and stature. Rachel approached him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She stood on her toes all the same. "Thank God I found you. Did you not hear me calling?" Rachel wrinkled her nose at the scent that emanated from his skin. He didn't smell like Tobias. She lowered back onto the soles of her feet and gazed up at his sharp features. All she caught were a pair of unfamiliar eyes before she screamed and pushed away, stumbled backwards.