[center] [h3] Marksman - Forest Interior [/h3][/center]
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Liz started at the questions and continued odd behavior. [I] Chosen? So there is someone behind this. But why? [/I]

Having dropped to the ground, it took Liz several seconds to recognize that her sister wasn't looking at her but past her. Before she could turn and look, however, something made a mad dash deeper into the woods, and her sister began to have a melt down. Which was something she hadn't done for years.

Liz made a mental note of which direction the fleeing subject had made as she approached her sister slowly.

"Sis, come on. You need to come home. This isn't right. It's not safe. It's... It's [I] wrong [/I]. So wrong. Please!" She pleaded, gently - but forcefully - holding her sister's shoulders.