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Several shadows grow by your side, and you spot Rachel walking towards you with a group of three.

"So you made it home. Glad to see it. I feared something happened but had faith in your abilities," Rachel says. "Let me introduce you to some friends."

First up steps an olive-skinned man who shakes your hand eagerly. "Hello, I'm Nathan Mubasher."

Next in line is a dark-skinned man, taller than Nathan with tribal tattoos over his arms that continue up the short sleeves of his shirt, and he has a nasty scar along his left cheek. "You are too upbeat for this, Nathan. Neighborhood's on fire, infected riled up, and my man's acting like this is the night club." He has a British accent heavier than Rachel's.

"My friend from Kingston is Benjimin," Nathan says with a laugh.

Benjimin frowns and shakes his head. "I said I lived in Kingston upon Hull, or just Hull. And I was born in London. I'm as American as you now." Rachel breaks through the playful bickering. "Anyway, this shy temptress is Bailey."

The other woman smiles and waves. "Hi there." She pushes aside a few locks of her long brown hair to show her pale skin and dark blue eyes like ocean waters at night. She has a fairly short nose, which is suitable for her face with thin lips that almost disappear until she smiles.

"Why don't you three introduce yourselves to the others while I speak with Luth," Rachel says, and the three wander over to Kelly, Parker, and the twins.

"Looks like the neighborhood will be lost soon. We're all moving on. My thought is to follow your group out for mutual protection. I know you refused my offer to work together and respect your decision. Once we find a place to make camp or relocate to, we can discuss it once more, and if you haven't changed your mind, we will part ways. How does that sound?"

"Sure, Rachel. That sounds like a plan."