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'You sleep well?' Daisy asks Arawn.
He nods and hands the Teddy to Daisy 'keep him safe in your bag'.
'Okay,' she smiles.

'How far away are we from the people?' Arawn asks.
'About a half an hour, not even,' Nix says.
'Do you know them?'.
'I used to'.
'Okay,' Arawn walks alongside Daisy, he feels a lot more comfortable around her, Nix hasn't really opened himself up.

'Do you think there'll be horses at this place?' Arawn asks Daisy.
'I'm sure, maybe even vehicles,' she says 'the cult didn't have much vehicles, did they?'.
'Just horseback, maybe if they stole some in the town but there was none in the village,' he says 'they didn't really believe in owning modern things but I'm sure they broke some rules in the town'.

'They used guns, that's modern'.
He shrugs 'they altered the rules a lot'.
'Did you agree with that?' She asks.
'I'm only young, they didn't have any interest in what I had to say,' he says.

'No but like what was your opinion? They didn't have to listen to it, you're entitled to feel a certain way about things, regardless of whether you'd be listened to or not'.
'I think it was unfair some people had to follow rules and others didn't, they went against their beliefs in a war where they killed people,' he says 'good people'.

'Guys...' Nix stops ahead of them and stares at a house off the road.
The words 'we'll find you' are written in blood across the walls.
'Should we search the place?' Daisy says 'blood looks wet'.
'I'll check the back first then ye can check the house,' Nix says.

  Daisy waits for him to come back, she watches as he rounds the corner, his face pale. His wide eyes fix onto Daisy as he tries to stop her from going around the back. She pushes him off and rounds the corner.

  In a line are the bodies of people she once knew nailed to a cross, scalped and their stomachs slit, they're tied in nothing but their underwear.
Daisy walks closer to get a better look, and there she is, in the middle is Zoe. She's surrounded by the group that helped them in the house, Joey and the others and surrounded by more of her old group that stormed the bridge.
She stands in complete silence as one of her oldest friends are before her crucified on a cross.

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