<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel 》<br/>
Location: Near #3, 4, 5<br/>
Addressing: Clive <a class="username" data-user-id="36" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/36/">Sayd</a>, Rachel &amp; Tobias <a class="username" data-user-id="10174" data-username="tobacco camille" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10174/">tobacco camille</a><br/>
P<i>resent: Miles, Jeb/Josh, Owen</i>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/16ee3b03-71c0-4279-9741-dcc2fe1ebfaa_thumb-jpg.126611/" title="16ee3b03-71c0-4279-9741-dcc2fe1ebfaa_thumb.jpg">
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</div>Rebel scowled at Rachel when she seemed to lavish praise on the hillbillies and their knowledge of the terrain. "This<i>was</i>someplace safe until someone started shooting off their guns," he protested. "And we don't know; it could just be some of the others checking out their weapons to make sure they remembered how to work them."<br/><br/>Though he didn't think they'd shoot as confidently as those shots sounded. Not unless it was Armando or Dan, but Rebel had to hope those two were bright enough to know not to waste ammunition. Dan certainly did – Rebel had worked with him and some of the other outside patrolmen when they first settled in, and as much as they hated dry-practicing, or 'shooting' without using live ammunition, they appreciated not running out of supplies when the time came to put something down. Still…they wouldn't have been stupid enough to create loud noises out here where necros could get called.<br/><br/>Then Rachel invited herself over to a sleep over with the strangers, and Rebel threw his hands up. "I give up," he said. "You want to go waltzing off with these men after only a minute's introduction? Be my guest."<br/><br/>Thankfully, her brother had more sense than she. Rebel nearly rolled his eyes, but waited for the group of them to decide what they wanted to do about it al.<br/><br/>A rustle in the bushes nearby pulled his attention, and he instantly recognized the pale purple of Claire's hair. Only this wasn't the Claire they knew; beneath her chin was a dark, glistening gape that could only be one thing – someone had slit her throat from ear to ear. "Damn it," Rebel muttered. "There may be others."<br/><br/>He reached for the knife that was usually on his belt and found it empty. Then he remembered that this morning had been fucked. That fight with Sou had completely dismantled his morning routine, and the knife he was reaching for was next to the bathroom sink in his room at Abendblume.