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<i>Location: near the center of camp<br/>
Addressing: Armando</i>, Ray​</div><br/><i>Bada-bump. Bada-bump.</i><br/><br/>Dan wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm, feeling simultaneously embarrassed to have puked and grateful to still be alive. If it had been someone else who reacted like he had, Dan would have been the first one to tell them that it was 'no big deal.' He'd tell them that everyone reacted differently, and that it was nothing to be ashamed of.<br/><br/>Yet he felt shame, despite it all.<br/><br/>This was different. This was Eddie – simple, kind-hearted Eddie, and someone had slit his throat. Dan blinked, blue eyes blurring a moment as he pulled in another breath and let it out. He was alive, but whoever had killed Eddie might still be out there. Might be pointing his gun at him right now.<br/><br/>He ducked, made his way over to Armando. Then a call rang across the clearing and Dan flinched at the sound. He looked incredulously towards he voice. Ray Hale…how in the world was Ray here? And why?<br/><br/>Letting Armando take the lead Dan stepped back. He eyed the rifle suspiciously, and when Armando confirmed Dan's fear, he gripped his fists so hard that crescents formed in the tops of his palms. He grunted softly as Armando smacked Ray. If only he wouldn't have stopped at just smacking the man…Dan's eyes followed Ray's gesture and he thought he saw a shadow.<br/><br/>Was that Hale's assassin? The crazy one that no one talked about?<br/><br/>A chill trickled across Dan's neck. For all he knew, he and Armando were in the man's crosshairs.<br/><br/>He couldn't understand why Armando was being so kind to the maniac. Dan's gaze hardened. He didn't care that this was Hale's son. If he was understanding right, Ray had slaughtered the praying people. Dan had been in the middle of it all; the only reason he wasn't dead was either a miracle or by Ray's design. That idea haunted him.<br/><br/>As Ray left, presumably taking the Shadow of Death with him, Dan let out a thin breath. "No shit," he muttered. "But what are they going to think when they know it was Hale's son who did? They're not going to believe we weren't in on it."<br/><br/>Just as he was saying that a dark form began to rise. "Shit…" he readjusted his grip on his dagger. "Rotters," he alerted. "I mean…they're getting up. Evelyn and the others – " but there wasn't much time to talk. The dead would soon be upon them.