<div style="text-align: center">《 Ezra 》<br/>
<i>Location: LDS Church<br/>
Addressing: </i>Anise, Rebel, others​</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify">Ezra watched the scene unfold from a distance. He walked down to the edge of the property, looking around for walkers or anyone that would threaten their party. His eyes were trained on Anise, even as a scuffle broke out in the lawn. He was not close with Kennedy and, frankly, not Rebel, either. However, he did know that the noise would draw unwanted attention to the otherwise silent area of town. Ezra squared his shoulders and watched, gaze swinging down the street from where they came. <br/>
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The scent of decaying flesh rode on the breeze like the kiss of salt on coastal air. The stench brought anxiety and he turned back to the gathering. His eyes widened as his sister approached the doors to the church, her thin frame struggling to keep them closed. It was only as she cried out that Ezra realized from his position that there was someone, or something, on the other side. <br/>
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Rachel hurried over as she was called, plastering herself to the door. The creature on the other side of the door was strong. They could hold them back, but not for long, not without help.<br/>
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Suddenly, the door shoved forward against the girls like it had been struck with a battering ram. Rachel was knocked back onto the ground, though close enough to frantically press her sneakers to the bottom of the door. She shouted for her brother, fingernails scraping against the concrete sidewalk. <br/>
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“Ani!” Ezra shouted, running across the lawn. The door was jostled again with enough force for a single walker to wriggle half of his body through. “Ani, move! Careful!” In a second, Ezra pulled the pistol from the small of his back and thumbed the safety. He held the grip how he was trained, one hand folded over the other, the barrel aiming at his target. Ezra fired expertly, shooting the walker square in the forehead. It slumped back against the second door and Ezra sprinted across the yard, holding the gun down.<br/>
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He returned his firearm to his waistband and nudged the walker back through the door, careful of its teeth and nails. Ezra used his body weight to slam the door shut, leaning against it while he breathed.<br/>
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Tobias appeared at his side, holding a shovel that had been used to bury Brian. “Here, here.” <br/>
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Together, Ezra held the door shut while Tobias fed the shovel handle through the double door handles.<br/>
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Ezra eyed him and then nodded his thanks. He shoved off the door and approached Rebel, who had been flipped onto his back after Armando yanked Kennedy out from under him. Ezra grasped Rebel by the front of the shirt, yanking his upper body slightly off the ground. He coiled back and punched him square in the jaw, doing far more damage than Kennedy may have been capable of. <br/>
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He pulled him closer, gripping his shirt tightly so that the collar of it may have cut off circulation. “You sent them to pray without sweeping the building first.” Ezra spoke through clenched teeth, his fingers curled into a fist at his side. “The next time you deem yourself fit to interject where you don’t belong, I would seriously reconsider, or I swear to God that I will send you back to Hale with a far more interesting story than <i>this</i>.” Ezra tapped his reddened jaw with his finger. “Now get off your ass and move. The shovel won’t hold for long. It’s time for us to go.” He shoved off the man and got to his feet, shaking out his hand.​</div>