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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel 》// Morris truck // Group​</div><br/>Rachel maintained her silence in response to Clive’s questions, if only due to his brother’s response. She didn’t know any of the roads or areas outside of Abendblume. Another unfortunate circumstance of believing Abendblume was their home. She watched the unfamiliar terrain as it rolled by outside the window, grateful to be inside of a vehicle instead of carted behind a team of horses. It had been so long since she had ridden inside a car or a truck.<br/><br/>The very drive that left them stranded in Leavenworth all those years ago may have been the last time. She wondered how their lives may have changed if they had tried to leave town before they could be swept up into the Abendblume madness.<br/><br/>Her silent reminiscing was cut short by the sight of walkers just yards ahead of the truck. Rachel pressed her hand to the dash for support as Clive wheeled the truck around and cut off down a side road. She could still see their silhouettes in her mind, dark masses against an even darker background. It was amazing to see an actual herd in real life.<br/><br/>Beyond the stories and experiences depicted to her by the guards and even Hale himself, Rachel was completely unaware of what the necros looked like when congregated in a group. She supposed that she had been content with not knowing and maybe never knowing. Now they were going to be a factor to include in their everyday life.<br/><br/>Rachel glanced at Clive as he spoke, directing them down a new, longer path. Her eyes fell to his dimly illuminated dash. The fuel gauge was approaching the glaring red E and Rachel could only predict how easy it would be to find gas in the wilderness. “You’re going to waste fuel on us.” She commented and gestured to the gauge. “What do you get, maybe 13, 14 miles to the gallon?” Rachel knew the truck had to take diesel which might be easier to find in this rural area than its counterpart, but the guilt would be present all the same. “You’ll use 10 of that just to get back onto the road that is, what, half a mile back? Don’t be stupid.” She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she looked back out the window.<br/><br/>The truck rolled on for another few yards before Rachel pointed to a paved road that sloped off to the right. “Turn here.” She looked at Clive, fully prepared to take the wheel if he continued straight. Much to her surprise, he eased the truck to the right and rolled it slowly down the road.