<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel &amp; Dan》<br/>
Location: KOA, going to main lodge<br/>
P<i>resent: Rachel &amp; Tobias, Ezra &amp; Anise, Clive &amp; Owen, Armando<br/>
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</div>Rachel's lack of acknowledgement as her little tribe of survivors walked by wasn't surprising to Rebel. He wasn't expecting anything from her, save perhaps a thumbed nose in his direction as she made her decision to leave with strangers. Perhaps that was all the community in Abendblume were – strangers who just happened to live in the same location.<br/><br/>First responders were supposed to stick together, work together, and take care of the community. That might have been why Rachel's aversion to him had hurt so fiercely, its wound still throbbing deep in his heart. When the rubber hit the road she was among the first to discount any of what he had been 'before' and what he was now, and fling distrust in his direction. He felt betrayed. First responders stuck together no matter what, and she had thrown him under the proverbial bus.<br/><br/>The treachery ached painfully. He didn't know how many more strokes of bad luck his psyche could take before he exploded.<br/><br/><i>"Good riddance,"</i>he thought.<i>"They're not my problem now."</i><br/><br/>As if things couldn't get weirder, Kennedy rushed by, bag in tow and heading the other direction. His sudden stop to give the three guards a quick hug and good-bye was unexpected. His words even more so.<br/><br/>Rebel had barely recovered from realizing it was a hug and not a punch to the face, when Kennedy's words nearly made his throat lock tight. "Kennedy…good luck, man. This should have never happened to any of you." He watched as Kennedy went to move in on Armando and say something to him before he disappeared into the night. There were no words he could give that would relay what he was feeling inside.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/hiking-bw-jpg.127992/" title="hiking bw.jpg">
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</div>Dan seemed to have been just as stunned. "This royally sucks, Reb. There's so much we have to tell you." He glanced over at Armando and knew that Hale's favored guard had more to lose than either himself or Rebel. "We need to talk before we go back."<br/><br/><i>"If we go back,"</i>Dan thought. But he knew that Armando would return, and without his and Rebel's testimony it was likely Ray would spin the story of what happened to destroy everything that Armando was going back for.