<div style="text-align: center">《 <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fmediaslide-europe.storage.googleapis.com%2Fmetromodels%2Fpictures%2F831%2F758%2Flarge-1598473238-e908776a59dcdce06c33d52939dad74b.jpg&amp;hash=8a63eeb1d486d8d18277180e9342a8e4" href="https://mediaslide-europe.storage.googleapis.com/metromodels/pictures/831/758/large-1598473238-e908776a59dcdce06c33d52939dad74b.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Miles </a>》<br/>
Location<i>: Outside the southeast perimeter of KOA </i><br/>
With<i>: Owen &amp; Clide</i><br/>
Watching<i>: Tobias, others</i>​</div><br/>Miles grunted at Clive's optimistic view on what the wandering fool was doing out in the dark. As far as he was concerned, as long as the man didn't pose them any danger he could go and dance around a fairy ring if he wanted. Miles watched the man move by, pause and seem to examine something on the ground, then continue.<br/><br/>He nodded at Owen as he went out and set the 'gift' on the path. It was taking much too long. Miles moved closer to Clive and whispered, "What the hell's he doing?" Cautiously Miles moved forward, taking cover behind the uneven ground and shrubs. He took comfort in the weight of the weapons at his waist, but truly he preferred to not have to use them, and he fully understood Clive's whispered curse at his brother's risk-taking.<br/><br/>"Did he get dropped as a child?" Miles' voice dropped a notch. He knew Owen to be kindhearted and to always assume the best in everyone. Unfortunately, people didn't always deserve to have the best thought of them.<br/><br/>The wandering singleton started back up the same trail that Owen was still on. Miles gave a little grunt as he anticipated the two would run into each other, but quick as a squirrel sneaking food from the dog's bowl, Owen was back. Miles have his a frustrated glance before returning his eyes to the man on the path.<br/><br/>The man couldn't have been too foolish; he poked the pack before bending down to inspect it. As he stood with the pack, Miles began to back himself down the slope slowly, feet and hands pressing against the earth to stabilize himself. He inclined his head at the two brothers to do the same and hoped that Jeb and Josh had enough sense to take a quick recon and head on back.<br/><br/>Just as the man put the pack over his arms shots rang out in the campsite. Miles whipped his head towards the sound, peering for flashes and listening to place the location and number of shooters, an old habit from 'back in the day.'<br/><br/>He instinctively put out a hand to still Owen and hopefully Clive. "We don't know who's shooting what," he whispered. For all they knew, the refugees were fighting off the walking dead and not each other.