<div style="text-align: center">《 Armando 》<br/>
<i>Location: Church; approx 1 mile into their trek </i>​</div><br/><br/>These people were not ready for this. That was painfully obvious. Kennedy joked about the circumstances, despite it all, putting on a brave face and walking up on ahead. Armando had basically appointed him to try and bring it all together, but was that really fair? After they split off, no telling what was going to happen. Armando would return to his family and try not to think about it. Abendblume would forget them and move on. He was left to his contemplation up until they rounded the church. They'd taken ranger rd, through the fields, to farivar lane in order to avoid drawing the dead from the potentially hazardous neighborhood areas where visibility would be restricted.<br/><br/>"Stop," one woman told him sternly. She was a women in her early sixties. Initially, Armando had thought she'd seen something, halting the carriage and their entire procession. Like they'd said, if one person stopped, they all stopped. It was peaceful, and across the street the old school that had been burned to the ground. It still smelled slightly acrid. The past remnants of an unsuccessful community that had turned in on itself. The church was fully intact though. Deceptively comforting, its garden just overgrown.<br/><br/>"I'm staying here. With god. Taking a page from Liliana Hale's book. That's where she went, right, to escape the evils of her husband?" she asked, speaking of Hale's wife. The night she'd left it all behind.<br/><br/>"Mrs. Hale was not well." Armando said with a frown. "Staying here is not a good choice,"  he advised. "KOA is safer. Necros can't make it over those wide sections of the river." Here, with all the coming and going, they were bound to draw attention. The woman snorted, taking her nearly empty bag along with her as she stepped down from the carriage. It was evident she'd not packed for a long term plan.<br/><br/>"Well that's not your choice to make anymore, now is it? Sure, KOA sounds good, right? That's what you're all telling yourself," she leveled a gaze behind to Rebel and out ahead to Dan before continuing. "To make you feel better at the end of the day. All it is though is an extension. I'd rather make my peace now. I'm not running anymore. The kinder thing would have been to line us up and put us all down quickly. Say what you will, but turning us out like this was an execution plan." Hale was just pretending like it was something else. A way to keep his hands clean.<br/><br/>Whether they agreed with it or not, they weren't going to force the woman to do anything. A few of the passengers did try to reason with her, but she didn't hear them. Simply went on towards the church. It was the last point before their trek went potentially dangerous. Towards the highway that would take them over the bridge, and out towards the campgrounds. More people to contend with, and people always where what drew the necros in.<br/><br/>"I just want to stop and pray a moment," someone else decided when they were stalled, stepping down and moving towards the woman headed to the church.<br/><br/>"We don't have time," Armando argued.<br/><br/>"<i>You </i>don't have time? In a hurry to get back to your<i> luxury suite </i>and your<i> important</i>jobs?" his tone was biting, accusatory. Armando looked towards the other two men. More people were getting off the carriage. It was an inconvenient time for them to find their faith. Wait or leave them?<br/><br/>"The church is not secured. There is no telling what you will find if you open those doors," Armando warned.