<div style="text-align: center">《Rebel》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA campground - cabin<br/>
Addressing: Rachel</i>​</div><br/>Rachel wasn't supposed to 'Honey' him and sound like a seasoned nurse, but she did, and then she had to go and make sense with logic that was not disputable. He knew she was right; he was one of the last people who needed to be keeping watch, but it was his duty. Rebel really couldn't argue with her once she pulled the Armando card, so he sighed and nodded.<br/><br/>"Alright, okay," he relented. He supposed she had trusted him with her brother's gun, and Tobias was on of the few men here who hadn't tried to attack him. If he could trust anyone outside of Dan and Armando he supposed it was her, despite their argument outside the church.<br/><br/>He swiveled in place and nodded towards the main building. "There's tables and chairs in there," he offered, "but you said a cabin."<br/><br/>"<i>What better place to plan an assassination</i>," he thought. There were a variety of sizes and layouts, all set up rather nicely when the change first happened. Now they were stripped; most of them had been ravaged in people's search for supplies. Some were boarded with signs that read "Dead inside," and a few had been burned to the ground, but he picked the first empty one he came to and went inside, drawing back the dusty curtains to let in what little light still remained of the day.<br/><br/>It was a basic,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fkoa.com%2Fcontent%2Fcampgrounds%2F_all%2Ffloorplans%2Ffloorplan_b.jpg%3Fwidth%3D800&amp;hash=28fb4fbe8113b48154af6ce0b9b2d7ca" href="https://koa.com/content/campgrounds/_all/floorplans/floorplan_b.jpg?width=800" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">two room cabin </a>with a double bed in the front from and bunks in the back, presumably for kids. The mattresses and simple furniture inside were remarkably intact, though linens were missing. "Will this do?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder at her as he removed his holster and magazines and set them on the bench, deciding that a show of trust might put her more at ease. If something happened outside he would have time to arm and engage, but in here, hopefully, he would have no need of them.