<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel 》<br/>
Location: Near #3, 4, 5<br/>
P<i>resent: Rachel &amp; Tobias, Ezra &amp; Anise, Clive &amp; Owen, Kennedy, Dan, Armando, Miles, Jeb &amp; Josh<br/>
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</div>The shock of realizing how unequipped he had been stepping out of Abendblume's gates froze Rebel for a moment, but thankfully another strode by and stopped the threat. The tall one – Clive, he had called himself, cut through Claire's corpse and stopped her attack in the span of seconds.<br/><br/>Rebel shook his head at Clive's accusation. "None of us were prepared for this morning," he said, then wondered why he felt he had to justify himself to a stranger. His eyes lifted, scanning the darkened woods for signs of others while his ears strained to hear.<br/><br/>He didn't care that Rachel seemed upset at him or taunted him a moment ago, and if she wanted to whore herself to outsiders that was her business. She had to know the risks, and every step of the way she seemed to want to push away from those who were trying to help and run into the dark. She had claimed he was sabotaging her chance for safety, much like Sou had told him that not going to Hawaii would sabotage her social media based business because people wanted beaches, not trees and ticks on their social feeds.<br/><br/>That was irony, wasn't it? Sou was so consumed with worrying about monetizing her feed, and now they lived in a world where the dead fed on the living.<br/><br/>Rebel's head snapped to look at Tobias. Which three was he talking about? Rebel wondered if Dan and Armando were among the living and if not, what that meant for him. Would he even be welcome back in Abendblume if Hale's right hand man had perished?<br/><br/>Then Ezra's voice cut through the night, and as Rebel turned he saw the two he had been most worried about.<i>"Thank God,"</i>he thought, moving to meet the rejoined guards. His eyes focused on those he trusted most; Armando and Dan.<br/><br/>"What happened back there?" he asked, his voice nearly a whisper.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left 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.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fe0%2F67%2F9a%2Fe0679a62011217bd1b93c15e02f0a945.jpg&amp;hash=d5c3fd3665065d89bc499a8e918367f8" title="e0679a62011217bd1b93c15e02f0a945.jpg">
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</div>Dan shook his head. Above those tanned, freckled planes his eyes were troubled. "Ray happened," he said, not wanting to say too much. "We don't know why," he glanced at Armando, "we should talk about it offline, but Armando managed to send him away."<br/><br/>It was only then that Rebel realized the darkly bearded man was shouldering more weapons than he had before. He was about to say something to Hale's right hand when he realized the three quiet ones, two who arrived with Tobias, were talking to Owen.<br/><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%2Fmediaslide-europe.storage.googleapis.com%2Ftalentsmodels%2Fpictures%2F2606%2F2606%2Flarge-1596536115-df71afefa424a204b5eeac29c40ea9b9.jpg&amp;hash=0b0aa6815dcdd861c20166c23cb6304f" title="large-1596536115-df71afefa424a204b5eeac29c40ea9b9.jpg">
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</div>Miles quietly stepped up next to Owen. The older man's face looked calm, but stern, and the shadows cast by the moon seemed to make him look like barely more than a gaunt hint of humanity. He leaned closer to the younger brother, his hands casually resting in the warmth of his jacket. "This doesn't concern me and the boys," Miles said. "You and Clive know where to find us." He nodded slightly. "Thanks for the pears."<br/><br/>Behind him Jeb and Josh were already moving away, scouting their path to ensure the three of them made their trek safely.<br/><br/>As far as Rebel could tell, this was all the survivors: Rachel and her brother, Ezra and his sister, Dan, Armando, Kennedy and himself. Aside from that they had just met two yokels who seemed to have Rachel daydreaming about sliding into their beds in exchange for a little security and food. And they were all yapping out in the open at night – not a wise decision, but it was where they were, and he was feeling like tonight they had all had decision fatigue.<br/><br/>He turned to the group. "Listen – we're all exposed here, and no one is making clear-headed decisions. I suggest we all return to the main reception building at camp. There's enough room for everyone to spread out. In the morning heads will be clearer and you can decide where, and with who, you want to go."