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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel &amp; Tobias 》// Morris truck  // Group​</div><br/>The four made quick work of grabbing their bags. They returned to the brothers in less time than Rachel had quoted, toting their belongings as they passed the guards. Rachel kept her attention ahead, feeling unique - concerning? - indifference towards leaving Rebel and the others behind. It wasn’t a requirement for them to return back to the man that had so easily exiled their fellow neighbors. Armando was the only one with family to go back to, so she supposed that made the most sense. The others, however…<br/><br/>Owen hopped into the back of the truck and began rearranging crates until there was space for additional passengers. Rachel slung her bag into the back and gestured to the crates. “I’ll take the front.” She knew Ezra and Anise would want to stick together and Tobias was easy going with just about everything that came his way. She parted from the majority of her group and stepped around to the cab where Clive sat behind the wheel. Silent, Rachel opened the door and slid onto the seat.<br/><br/>In the back, Tobias climbed into the bed and offered his hand to Anise. Ezra stayed on the ground until his sister was seated between Tobias and an open crate. He stepped onto the tire and hauled himself over the edge of the truck, settling neatly beside his sister. Anise didn’t know Tobias any more than he did, but he wasn’t going to risk a walker attacking her as they drove past. They were a group now, he supposed, so they would have to become familiar and comfortable around each other.<br/><br/>The truck slowly rolled forward and Tobias found himself beginning to relax. He wasn’t an overly anxious person, certainly not when compared to his fellow riders. It just felt nice to finally be moving forward to the next step in this journey after what felt like three weeks of solid arguing. Tobias tucked the gifted backpack between his feet and leaned forward to grab a few pears as they were offered. He passed one to each of the twins and then reached through the open window to give one to his sister before settling back in with one for himself. Tobias took a healthy bite and leaned his elbows on his knees as juice ran down his chin. He wiped it with the back of his hand and looked at Owen as he posed his question.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/nick-capture-jpg.128596/" title="nick capture.JPG">
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</div>“The real story?” Tobias chuckled, albeit darkly. “The real story is that Hale evicted us. Anyone unmarried, without children, and useless in general were kicked out.” He wet his lips and took a smaller bite so that he could continue the conversation while eating. “According to Hale, Abendblume reached capacity and he wanted to give us the opportunity to start our own families out in the real world. Apparently, Hale saw us as<i>guests </i>and we saw ourselves as part of the Abendblume family, I guess. I mean, I was a counselor and Rachel was a nurse. We were employed. How were we to expect to be dumped onto our asses after how many years of thinking we<i>lived </i>there?"<br/><br/>Rachel was silent in the front seat. She kept her attention on the darkness outside of the window, the pear clutched in her hand. She didn’t realize until her fingers were dampened that she had plunged her nails into the fruit while her brother shared the story of their expulsion.<br/><br/>Tobias finished his pear and dropped the core from the side of the truck. "Suffice it to say, we made a mistake that we won't make again. If we get comfortable, it will be in a place we know is ours. Otherwise, we might just spend the rest of our life traveling from KOA to KOA. I think I can speak for the group by saying that none of us want to go through this hellish day again."