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      It was assumed that his showing up would spark a poor reaction. ( She
      never  seemed  to  be  that   receptive   when  someone  did  the  exact
      opposite of what she asked ),  so the slight tension that’s now in the air
      is something that was expected.   The irony in her statement,  however,
      is not. He shakes his head and bites at the tip of his tongue.   Sarcasm
      wouldn’t be the best way to react right now,  no  matter  how  tempted
      he is to do so.

      ❛ Exactly, Andrea— this is dangerous, THIS could get you k i l l e d. ❜

      The logic is obviously there, so why the double standard?  He  doesn’t
      have enough time to question it any further.  Before  he  knows  it, he’s
      being  tugged  by  the  arm and pulled in an unexpected direction. Not
      even able to get a word out before a voice other than his own is heard,
      he puts his body flush against the bark of a tree  and  peers  out  from
      behind  it.  Eyes  land  on  the  few moving silhouettes of rather burley
      men —– Saviors. They had to be.

      His  body  tenses  and  immediately  he  looks  to Andrea to see if she
      can sense it,  but what he sees is someone who seems to  be  equally
      as  frightened  as  he  is.  The strongest woman he knows was scared.
      ( and that’s not exactly a great confidence booster )

      ❛ I—– don’t know. ❜  And  he  doesn’t.  There’s  no  way  he  could’ve
      fabricated any type of plan to prepare themselves for  something  like
      this. ❛ Do you— do you think we should follow them? ❜

      It could be a good idea, but it could also be a death wish.

   Following after them was probably a terrible idea. It was too risky, but  
   it’s what could lead them to her group, to her family. She had to think
   fast, decide whether or not it was worth following  behind  them.  If  it 
   went wrong, they’d be taken too, or worse,  killed.  Then  there  would 
   be nothing they could do about getting their group back.  She  looked 
   down at the dirt, fingernails digging into the bark on the tree they kept
   hidden behind. She thought  to  herself,  what  would  rick  do  in  this 
   situation? What would her leader do? 

   ❝ We can’t follow them. We can’t risk it. We’ll remember the way they
   went & hope for the best… ❞

   Wording her idea made it sound even more stupid than it had done in 
   her head. She wasn’t sure it was the approach Rick would have taken,
   but she couldn’t take big risks like he did, she couldn’t pull it off. They
   soon disappeared into the trees ahead, their voices no longer able  to 
   be heard. She moved from behind the tree, burying her  face  in  both 
   her hands, frustration taking over. She wanted to cry  &  shoot  things 
   at the same time. It was all bottling up & there was only so much  she
   could take. She couldn’t do this, she wasn’t  a  leader.  She  couldn’t 
   figure out what she had to do next.

   ❝ FUCK! ❞ 

   She’s trembling almost, unsure of what to do next. She  can’t do  this, 
   she cannot do this alone. They could all be dead right now while she’s
   sitting by, debating what she’s going to do to  rescue  them  –  if  she 
   even could.