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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel 》// Outside cabin  // Kennedy, Rebel​</div><br/>Rachel stepped onto the decrepit porch and closed the cabin door behind herself. The two had run out of agreeable topics - not that they had found one in the first place - and Rachel wanted to give Rebel time to rest. She could tell he was tired and undoubtedly starving. Rachel had promised to try to find him something to eat, even if he was convinced that it wasn’t necessary. Sure, the guards would be returning to Abendblume in the morning, but he still deserved to eat. Not one of them had had a bite to eat since that morning’s breakfast. Even if all she could find were berries, it was something.<br/><br/>She stepped into the fading light and gazed around. Rachel had sent Tobias off to find medicinal herbs, specifically. There was a chance that the foliage around the perimeter of the camp could be berry producing bushes. Rachel let out a resigned sigh and began walking towards the vegetation.<br/><br/>Rachel was caught off guard by a familiar nickname. She licked her lips and gazed in Kennedy’s direction as he approached her. It was the first time Kennedy had acknowledged her since the squabble at the church. Kennedy dramatically collapsed against her body and Rachel felt her spine go rigid. She was still not particularly pleased with the way things had gone down at the church.<br/><br/>“You’re right,” Rachel responded hotly, shrugging Kennedy from her back like a winter coat, “It has been a shitty, shitty day.” She crossed her arms over her chest as she turned to address him. “What were you thinking back there? You completely humiliated me at the church.” Rachel felt her jaw clench as anger seethed in front of her. This was a completely different feeling from arguing with Rebel. “I could have handled Rebel had you given me the chance. You<i>know </i>that. But you had to get involved. You can’t not get your hands dirty and then you blame others for the repercussions of<i>your </i>choices.” Her cheeks tinged red as the heat of anger bloomed beneath her milky white skin. “Everything went completely sideways for no reason. You just had to start a fight with the guards, didn't you? I’m not saying that what Rebel said is excusable, but god, Kennedy.” Rachel shook her head. “Unless someone is physically holding a gun to my head, I do not want or need your or anyone else’s help.”<br/><br/>She raised her hands to excuse herself from the conversation, and frankly, Kennedy's company, and continued on her way. Her footsteps halted suddenly as the sound of gunfire voiced itself prominently over the quiet night sky. Rachel knew nothing about firearms, gunfire, or ammunition. All she knew was the volume of sound and its association with distance. The gunfire was close, but that was all she could tell. She knew that it was not happening directly in camp, at least not in front of the cabins or near the bonfire.<br/><br/><b>“Rachel! GET in HERE!” </b><br/><br/>Rachel took a few steps back towards the camp. “Rebel?” Did he accidentally shoot himself? She had left the gun just inside the cabin, despite Rebel’s instruction to take it with him if she went outside.<br/><br/>Additional gunshots sounded and Rachel crouched, her hands covering her ears.<br/><br/><b>“Get INSIDE! Fuck!”</b>