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[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]  
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[color=#EEE8AA]Location[/color]: Hiking
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Blood, cleaning, stabbing, vanished, blunt force trauma….buried together. Zeke was getting more and more anxious and more and more nauseated the longer they talked about the campsite and what happened there. He stared at his sister, half tempted to elbow her to shut-up. Honestly, her fascination with wanting to know [i]how[/i] everyone died was not helping.

Zeke slowed a fraction in his walking. If he just ran back, drove off and came back to pick up Nancy in a week, would he get off with a different type of community service? Zeke fell into a debate with himself over the idea when he heard Aster’s voice sound a little more clear and a little more pointed.

Zeke looked over, seeing Aster looking at the shared bandanas with Demetri before he looked at Zeke pointedly. Zeke flushed with embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand. He glanced at Demi, who was fixated on cleaning. Zeke didn’t picture Demi as the clean freak.

Then, food was mentioned. Despite the nausea, Zeke’s stomach rumbled. Ah food. Zeke assumed food would be provided. He didn’t think they were being sent up to set up the entire campsite. What if they were supposed to bring their own food? Dammit!