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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Tobias 》// KOA campground // Thing 1 &amp; 2, Rachel, Rebel, strangers​</div><br/>“Yeah, well, clean the shit from under your nails next time.” Tobias responded without skipping a beat. It was<i>rude </i>of this mountain man to take it upon himself to touch Tobias without explicit permission.<br/><br/>Just as he was hoping, another man stepped out of the shadows and Tobias groaned.<br/><br/>Tobias stared at the men as they volleyed responses between each other like grown versions of Tweedledee and Tweedledum. He had tripped his way through the forest to both find his sister and avoid whoever was firing a gun like they were trying to win an amusement park teddy bear.<br/><br/>“Yonder? Where is<i>yonder</i>?” He asked, his patience running low as the two messed with him. “I left on short notice and forgot to pack my yee-haw dictionary.” Tobias set his hands on his hips as he stared at the two.<i>I figure she’s yonder</i>- what kind of fucking response was that? There was an armed shooter somewhere in their vicinity and these two dipshits were acting like he was searching for Lassie.<br/><br/>He glanced at the strap stretched across his shoulder as the second man addressed the backpack. God, had these two left it for him? What was he going to find inside? Truckers Monthly?<i>Flannel</i>?<br/><br/>One of the men took steps in the direction from where Tobias had recently emerged. Tobias followed after him with his hesitations, assured only by the loose promise that he would be returned to his sister.<br/><br/>“Someone got to… the fisherman? What?” Tobias felt his brows dip and he glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the rushing river. He had heard the shots, so he knew the man must be telling the truth. The main thing that confused him was the who and the why. All he knew was that these two dingbats wouldn’t be able to supply him with adequate and acceptable answers. He needed to find Rachel.<br/><br/>They traversed back through the woods, making their way as quickly and carefully through the foliage as they could manage. He heard a familiar voice - a couple familiar voices, if he could count Rebel as familiar after knowing him for the better part of a single day - and sighed with relief.<br/><br/>“Rachel?” Tobias questioned from within the thickets, hoping to reveal his identity before emerging onto the trail. He could see from where he stood that Rachel was accompanied by Rebel and two strangers.<br/><br/>He stepped onto the trail and gathered his sister in his arms. He kissed her forehead and held her against his body as he gazed at the three strange gentlemen over her shoulder. They may have looked familiar to him, but he couldn’t place their faces. Tobias returned his attention to Rachel and grasped her gently by the forearms. “I heard gunshots.” He gazed up and looked at Rebel. “You guys okay?”