<div style="text-align: center">《 Dan and Rebel》<br/>
Location: Getting back to Abendblume<br/>
Addressing: Armando and Marcia <a class="username" data-user-id="36" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/36/">Sayd</a>, <br/>
Roman <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a> (Start at Rebel's pic)​</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify">Rebel's eyes fixed on Armando for long moments. "A <i>misunderstanding</i>. You have more faith in humanity and the Hales than I," he said. "But as I promised, we won't do anything to jeopardize your family." <br/>
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His gaze jumped to meet Dan's and he saw agreement in those eyes. <br/>
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</div>Dan was still sorting through his feelings about encountering newly dead who he had once known. It had put such a strange spin on this situation that he was beginning to rethink everything that had happened since he had taken refuge in Abendblume. True, he had been employed there to work as a fitness instructor during the heavier resort season and he had been in the middle of getting ready for their first Holistic Health Week. It was slated to be a recurring week where people would sign up to engage in counseling, physical therapy, meditation, yoga, and other 'touching grass' kinds of activities to help them unchain themselves from the toxicity of technology.<br/>
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He supposed he had been lucky. He hadn't had to engage in the wholesale chaos they had seen on news reports of cities being overrun by chaos and death. For his part, Dan hadn't had anyone worth risking his life to return to Seattle for. When Hale offered to let those employed at the resort stay, Dan had gladly signed on. He hadn't even complained when his truck had been commandeered for the use of Hale's soldiers, nor when he was bumped from a suite in the upper floors to one of the smaller rooms in the lower level. <br/>
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They were surviving. They were doing what they had to. <br/>
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But he had never had to re-kill someone he had once known and spoken to. He supposed this was what Rebel had meant when Dan had been warned that outside patrolling wasn't just a scavenger hunt excursion. <br/>
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Armando's sister greeted them all with what seemed like a happy yet sorrowful shout, and Rebel quickly scanned the dark fence line for signs of Ray. Thankfully he was absent. <br/>
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</div>All Rebel wanted was to fall into his own bed and sleep, hopefully to wake up and realize this had all been just a dream. But Armando's sister was just as forceful as he was, it seemed, and before Rebel could protest twice she was herding them towards the doctor's office.<br/>
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"I really don't need a doctor," he tried, but it was in vain. They were ushered into the little clinic that was now the closest thing they had to a hospital, and Rebel stepped aside to let Armando be seen first. He saw Dan move over to sit on one of the little metal and cloth chairs that lined one wall, cross his arms and lean his head back against the wall. It seemed like it took only three breaths before Dan was softly snoring in his sitting position. <br/>
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Rebel rubbed two fingers between his brows and squinted against the relatively bright light in the clinic. He'd never spent much time in there; mostly he heard about Sou coming here for medicines to help with her cramps and other such things. <br/>
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He dropped his hand and noticed the sulky man leaning against the far wall. Rebel's frown was half irritation at his headache and half annoyance at the petulant look on the other man's face. He glanced over at Armando, then Dan. <i>"It must be nice to just sleep anywhere like that," </i>he thought, simultaneously envying and hating Dan for that unique skill.​</div>