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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Ezra &amp; Rachel 》// KOA campground // Anise, Rebel​</div><br/>Ezra watched Anise from his station on the porch. She greeted Armando and chatted with the guard for a few moments before hauling a jug of water to the neighboring cabin. The air between them was different when she returned to their cabin and busied herself with any and all tasks that would keep her away from him. He scooted further down on the porch swing and ran his hand through his hair. Ezra could only imagine what information Anise had squeezed out of Armando in that short span of time and he wasn’t looking forward to it. He would be hard pressed to find a way to keep his secret now.<br/><br/>They sat in silence for what felt like three hours before Anise retreated back to the fire. Ezra stood from the swing and followed after. He understood her need for space. He also knew she understood how her tramping about the campground - without a care in the world in regards to safety - would affect him. So, he followed wordlessly behind her, giving Anise plenty of physical space while keeping his eyes on her.<br/><br/>Ezra lingered at the edge of the camp while she stood near the fire. He idly gazed upon the patches of various plants and shrubbery. Understanding each plant and its uses seemed as tricky to him as learning a second language. There were so many subtle differences between the poisonous and non poisonous plants. Ezra could easily offend someone by saying the wrong word, but at least it wouldn’t kill them.<br/><br/>His attention was down on the plants when he heard gunshots. Instantly, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The gunshots were close, far too close for comfort. Ezra grabbed the firearm from the small of his back and hyper focused on his sister’s petite form. He ran quickly to her and grabbed her by the forearm, maybe a little harder than intended. “Back to the cabin! Move, move, move.”<br/><br/>Ezra heard Rebel’s voice shouting for Rachel. He turned back around, standing with one hand on Anise while his eyes locked on Rachel. She was standing near the edge of the forest, confusion written over her face. His brain compartmentalized rapidly. He needed to get everyone to safety. Ezra guided Anise back to the cabin, his attention on a constant swivel while he pointed his gun into the increasing darkness.<br/><br/>“Rachel!” He shouted urgently at her, waving his arm towards the cabin.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/juli-jpg.125418/" title="juli.JPG">
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</div>“Rachel!”<br/><br/>The color drained from her face. Her legs went weak. Rachel had not considered the gunfire to be a cause for alarm until Ezra responded. She figured if Ezra was calm, then things were okay. However, she watched as he drew his own gun and herded Anise back towards the cabin. His voice echoed in her ears. Ezra's concerns fell on deaf ears.<br/><br/>Tobias.<br/><br/>Rachel knew the direction of the gunfire and she knew the path Tobias had taken. They led in opposite directions and despite everything and everyone telling her to stay put, Rachel had to find her brother.<br/><br/>She took off running in the opposite direction as soon as Ezra had reached the cabin door.<br/><br/>Rachel was a habitual jogger, so it took nothing for her to find the well-tread path. Finding Tobias would be something else entirely. If he crouched down or ran off, it would be nearly impossible, especially now in the darkness.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>He pushed open the door to Rebel’s cabin and all but pushed his sister inside. “Stay down. Rebel.” Ezra caught Rebel’s gaze and slammed the door shut behind himself. He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to trust Rebel with Anise, but he had no other options. His brain was rapidly cycling and he knew the next step was to bring Rachel and Kennedy to safety before they became the gunman’s next targets.<br/><br/>Except, when he came back out, Rachel was not where he had left her.<br/><br/>Fear grabbed hold of him. He felt an icy cold hand clench around his heart.<br/><br/>“Rachel!” Ezra called out, knowing it was unsafe to throw more chaos into the mix, but he threw caution to the wind. “Rachel!” He cupped one hand to the side of his mouth and yelled her name. It wouldn’t make sense for her to pick another cabin to seek shelter in when she knew Rebel was armed in theirs.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>In the distance, back at camp, Rachel heard her own name being called. She brushed off the urge to respond to Ezra, and instead traveled further up the path, hoping for Tobias to spring out and grab her or at least make a noise. “Tobias!” She called out as she walked down the path. Twigs snapped under her sneakers, and exposed roots tripped her up as they crawled across the walkway.