<div style="text-align: center">《 Clive and Owen 》<br/>
Location: Near #3, 4, 5<br/>
Addressing: Rebel <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>  , Rachel, Tobias <a class="username" data-user-id="10174" data-username="tobacco camille" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10174/">tobacco camille</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FKIbqurr.jpg%3F1&amp;hash=24a7773561dbc4aac99c395efdc7dd6c" title="KIbqurr.jpg">
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</div>Clive glanced at Owen with the woman's admittance that she did not want to stay at KOA that night. It was late to be finding another place to go. The sun had set. The gunfire would bring unwanted attention of unknown variety. Clearly, they were at a loss of what to do. The 'guards' evidently didn't bring the idea of comfort and protection that they thought they did, further cementing the notion that things had gone bad at Abendblume.<br/><br/>"Three others and how many guards?" Clive asked for clarification. They didn't often carry a whole lot on them that was worth taking. He had a simple revolver, a small axe tool, and Owen had even less. He'd perhaps even left his knife back in the truck. He'd been cutting a pear with it, Clive recalled. The rest of the food back at the truck? They'd never fought anyone to keep some food. If someone had wanted it bad enough, they could have it. Still, their lives were valuable. So was the information regarding what had gone on back at one of the largest settlements in the area. The two brothers considered the invitation. Owen moved towards the man who had made an effort to introduce himself, at least reciprocating the behavior but also trying not to do anything stupid. He had never wanted to be the liability in their weird little mix, but at the same time, Owen struggled to do something purposeful with the remainder of his life.<br/><br/>"So you can understand our hesitation in going back with you," Owen selected his words carefully, trying to read his brother. "I'm Owen. That's Clive. The others can introduce themselves if they so wish. "<br/><br/>"Was it?" Clive asked rhetorically, disagreeing with Rebel that KOA was safe at all. Of course, his idea of safety was far away from general populations. It was why he'd hid his small family away for so long why they skimped and scraped. "Seems a real inopportune time for target practice." But then again, abendblume seemed to have supplies to burn. They were a lavish community. Wasteful as far as Clive was concerned. People who were not used to living within their means.<br/><br/>"Clearly she's frightened enough to take her chances with strangers. Or, faraway acquaintances at best. Certainly makes me wonder what all happened and what amounted to just how little faith they seem to have in you." Clive's thoughts and forming notions were interrupted at the approach of an unwanted guest. He watched the 'guard' reach for a weapon, precious seconds ticking by while he produced nothing. Owen was a few steps behind, but reacting too slowly to current events. Clive knew immediately by the uncanny rattle and groan the girl emitted. He reached for the lightweight multipurpose<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FexZSOv0.jpg%3F1&amp;hash=e1c27d919f495dfa9d4c0465b53d7499" href="https://i.imgur.com/exZSOv0.jpg?1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">axe</a>as his side and cut through to swing the blunt end tool end into the skull of the afflicted. It made a sickening crunch as it was punctured and splatter brain matter across the trees behind her. She was fresh turned, her blood still red. Owen moved towards the body, kneeling down to better assess what he had seen in the moonlight.<br/><br/>"And a whole damn lot of good it seems you've done 'em." Clive shook the blood and brainmatter from his tool. "This one of yours?" he asked Tobias and Rachel. "Owen, for fucks sake, get away from the body."<br/><br/>"Clive.. Someone did that to her," Owen said out loud, waiting for his brother to process what all that meant. "Still color to her skin, despite the carotids being severed. Recent. Very recent. This wound was confident, clean, and absolutely deliberate." It had been a while since he's seen a wound so practiced and precise.