Caren Dixon was the tall blonde girl who gave him the name of Azrael, for the 16 years he hadn't known her he was called Norman. Caren looked at one of the other Immortal Dead and said.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFFF40">"Timothy, help me grab Azrael."</span></span></span>The younger man with the chain scythe replied saying.<span style="color: #90B0B0"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">"Sure, sis."</span></span></span>Timothy then went with Caren to where Azrael had buried himself. They reached into the ground and pulled him out. He was to weak to walk, so they carried him to the nearest dead body. Caren whispered something to Azrael that was inaudible to everyone else.  Azrael was leaning on the body with his hands and he said a quick prayer over the body, then he caused it to decay. He was absorbing it into himself, and he was going to continue until there was nothing left. Not a speck of bone, strand of hair or even a scrap of cloth.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Carl, the oldest man of the five Immortal Dead that were there, slung his crossbow over his back. And when Lea started to motion everyone inside the tree, he spoke up with a gruff but kind voice, saying.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF7040">“I agree we do need to get out of here quickly, but we've got a caravan about 1.76 miles south of here, that we need to get back to. We also need to wait until Azrael finishes. And remember they want you alive, so they aren't going to shoot a sniper bullet through anyone's head, except that of their own men. And it will take at least a minute or two before more of them can get here.”</span></span></span>By the end of it he was looking at the dead soldiers walking around and his eldest sons, Jon and Peter. They were looking through their rifle scopes for the sniper that must be around somewhere.<br/><br/>After finishing with the body Azrael stood up and smiled at Caren and Timothy who were still standing next to him, he then said to them.<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #F4B49F">"Thank you guys."</span></span></span>He walked over to where his sibling were and said.<span style="color: #F4B49F"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">“Is anyone hurt? And what’s with the tree, Leacanthemum?”</span></span></span>He had missed the entire conversation, and didn't even know about the sniper shot, smiling he asked.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #F4B49F">“And shouldn't we leave before more men arrive? I've got a caravan a little ways from here that we can go to. It’s safe, and we can probably get a meal going while we catch up on the three years we've spent apart from each other. Me and my friends can show you what southern hospitality is like, if you don’t know already know. Unless, of course you think it would be wiser to take the time to remove the bodies and clear up any sign of us being here. With all this work force, it shouldn't take too long.”</span></span></span>He then felt a pang of sadness and regret as he looked around at his 20 new men, so many deaths. But then he cheered up a little, as he said.<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #F4B49F"><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, and Moms at the caravan too. She'll be so happy to see you guys."</span></span></span>