<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel, Dan 》<br/>
<i>Location: On the road to the campsite<br/>
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</div>Dan took off on foot, braving the road and scanning the distance as he had been taught. His steps were long; confident. He heard footsteps approaching between himself and the wagon and glanced back to see Kennedy heading his way.<br/><br/>Blue eyes squinted above tanned cheeks as he half-scowled at the outspoken exile, but he slowed his steps to allow the armed man to reach him before continuing his stride. The man was something of a mystery to him. Though Dan knew that he was very 'out' about his views on life, they had never spent any time in each other's company. As far as Dan knew, Kennedy was just another non-contributor who had been picked nearly at random by their compound's leader.<br/><br/>Dan reached up and pulled his sunglasses from his face, folding them and then hanging them from his shirt to better clear his view. "Between here and the bridge should be pretty clear," he said quietly, "but keep your ears sharp for sounds of the rotters." They'd probably smell the old dead before they saw them, but newly dead were sometimes hard to tell from 'people' at first glance. He had nearly attacked an old man once, thinking that the man's shuffling steps and disconnected look in his eyes meant he was a necro. Turned out the poor guy was simply suffering from shock and age.<br/><br/><br/>In the back of the group, Rebel kept an eye on Rachel and Anise. He was convinced they were cohorts of Sou's, and worried that they might be part of a plan to take out the small group of travelers. Not that it made any sense to do so – but then again, none of this made any sense to him.<br/><br/>As his gaze slid over Rachel's brother, Tobias, Rebel nearly scoffed to himself. Counseling wouldn't do much now. Maybe the guy could keep this ragtag group from turning on themselves. Rebel had no idea how they were going to make it on the outside, and he was simply thankful that he hadn't been picked along with Sou-yeon to be cast out of Abendblume.<br/><br/>It was probably cold-hearted of him to think that way, but for the moment he was too hurt and angry to really care. As far as he knew, all of these people were in on the plot to overthrow the settlement. They could all beg for help from that other community, and God help them if they tried to undermine Abendblume. At this moment, feeling as he did, Rebel would have no problem putting down any of them. His thoughts went to the families and children depending on people like himself, Dan, and Armando. They were defenseless, and it was up to the guards inside and those on the outside to make sure that they survived.