<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel &amp; Dan》<br/>
Location: Abendblume #203<br/>
Present: Roman, Alvaro, Hale, Ray Jr., Armando <br/>
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</div>Rebel dreamed of his mother. He felt warm sunlight and could smell the scent of tilled dark earth, compost and grass, and the faint smoke of a wood fire. He walked along the stream's edge and felt squishy, cool mud extrude between his toes with every step. He felt a wiggling in his left hand and realized he was carrying a string of brook trout. One to cook tonight, two to dry.<br/>
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It was the way they did things. Take care of today, save for tomorrow, and store enough to help a neighbor if the need arose. <br/>
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His mother walked beside him, silhouetted against the sunlight. He tried to make out her face against the glare. He could hear the bounding, thundering sound of –<br/>
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<i>"Hey, hey dude, wake up. Do not be in a coma or dead...."<br/>
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Rebel jerked awake, hands grasping the closest things to him and fastening on Roman's shirt. He twisted his fists to hold the Rotter still and keep it from biting. A hard inhale of jagged breath and wide eyes staring at the face above revealed he wasn't under attack. <br/>
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"Fuck! Don't <i>do</i> that!" Rebel scolded, shoving Roman away with a relieved exhale. "Fuck…" he rolled to the side, feeling a slight sense of nausea that he knew was more from dreaming that his mother had been turned into the undead, then from his hurt skull. "Damn, Red. You <i>really</i> never been outside these gates, huh?" <br/>
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Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Rebel pushed himself up. A knock on the door signaled that his rest was over; a messenger swung by to let him know he was being called to Hale's office. Rebel left Roman with a casual "Catch you around sometime," and a friendly wave before he disappeared down the hall to obey the summons. <br/>
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A few moments later, Rebel was entering Hale's office with Dan at his side. He picked up the report and held it so both of them could look it over, and a moment later Rebel shook his head. "Looks right," he said, laying it back on Hale's desk. He noticed Dan seemed quieter than usual this morning. They'd talk about it later when less ears were around to hear. <br/>
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It felt like they were overhearing a private family argument, and Rebel thought that Hale and Armando sounded more like a father and son arguing than an employee and his boss. Rebel lowered his gaze and slid it to the right, then noticed that Dan was watching Ray Jr. He remembered then that Dan had witnessed Ray Jr.'s murderous deeds and almost been killed himself. Rebel's gaze went from Dan to the younger Hale, then back, before returning to their boss and Armando. <br/>
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Hale was talking about those other communities again, like the one that Sou went to. "Sir?" Rebel didn't like interrupting but he felt like he needed to know. "Do we have these other communities mapped somewhere?" He had been on outside patrol for nearly a year now and didn't know of many other settlements aside from the mill and a few outposts. Still, aside from actually seeing the mill, he had never visited the location, and he didn't know that Clive and Owen had been from there.​</div>