<div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel 》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA campground<br/>
Addressing: Rebel</i>​</div><br/><br/>Rachel kept her eyes trained on Rebel as he slowly lowered his defenses. She wasn’t sure what she said exactly to get his greasy wheels to start turning, but it didn’t necessarily matter to her. Anything that would incite Rebel to go along with her request without exploding into another tirade was fine with her.<br/><br/>“I did say cabin. Glad to see your memory is not affected.” She commented, staring at him plainly. “The cabin is the better choice. You are going to be more tired than you realize and there is a lot that needs to be done around camp before the sun goes down. I would rather not bother one of the men to haul your sleeping ass into one of the cabins while they should be scouting for Walkers, or better yet, locking themselves into a cabin for the night, right? Right.” Rachel punctuated the statement with a firm nod.<br/><br/>Rebel settled on the first vacant cabin they came upon. Rachel expected no less from the man and was pleased that she didn’t have to loiter while he debated between buildings. She followed him inside the small shack and gave it a general, cursory glance before setting her bag down on the shelf below the window. “This will do.” Rachel nodded and set to unzipping her bag while Rebel got comfortable.<br/><br/>“Have a seat on the bed when you’re ready.” She widened the mouth of her duffle bag and carefully removed folded clothes. There was no surprise that Tobias took expert care to pack her things, even with the little amount of time he had. She was, however, pleasantly surprised to see a bright red first aid bag at the bottom of her duffle. “Oh, thank god.” Rachel whispered to herself as she extracted the bag.<br/><br/>She brought it to Rebel and laid it out beside him. Rachel knew the man had yet to trust her, and she him, and didn’t want him thinking that she was going to offer him cyanide capsules. “I want you to take two of these.” Rachel unzipped a small mesh pocket and pulled out a sheet of sealed Tylenol pills. She showed him the branding on the back of the packaging and freed two from the foil. “Do you need water or can you swallow them dry? I’m not sure Armando has had time to start a fire but I can check.”