[b]Heather - Camp - Others[/b]

The brunette finished doing the inventory of the medical supplies. It was less then she would have liked, but it wasn't bad either. The guys would just have to be on the lookout for as many medical supplies as they could find. Things like that tended to run out quickly.
In fact, she was thinking about talking to the group about taking the car and going on a bit of a road trip : Take a couple of hours and go around, see if they could find some buildings that hadn't been completed stripped. She could go, since it was her idea and Jennifer could handle any medical problems while she was gone, and maybe DeSean since he was strong, and Seth was a skinny kid who could fit places they couldn't, and-

She cut off that train of thought. She didn't want anything more to do with [i]him[/i] then necessary.
Heather sighed and rubbed her face. She knew she needed to get over it, but somehow living and working with your ex was not very good for the nerves, or for getting over things. Seeing him every day was just a constant reminder that they were no longer in love.

Heather couldn't even tell you what had happened. She and Hank had just... drifted apart. She had seen it happening and had been desperate to stop it, and in her desperation she believed she had made things worse. And where she was trying too hard to fix things, Hank didn't seem to even want to try at all. It had led to many of their fights and had been the killing blow to their relationship.
She hadn't been with anyone since, had never even looked. Of course there hadn't really been any options.
If there was, would she even be interested in finding someone else?
It was a question she had wondered about, but never been able to answer.

In the meantime, she only spoke to Hank when necessary and often it was in a snappy bitch way.

She could hear Jennifer freaking out, as she usually did when the guys weren't back on time. In reality she was jealous of Jennifer and her relationship with DeSean. They were still in love. As a result Heather was polite but kept her distance from Jennifer. Just another thing for her to blame on Hank : he was turning her into a cold bitch. But she couldn't seem to think of any way to stop.

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[b]Katie - Haywood - Daniel, Emma[/b]

Somehow Katie had managed to fall into an exhausted form of sleep. She barely felt Daniel pick her up. For a minute she thought it was her daddy. The little girl turned, cuddling into his chest. "Daddy..." she whimpered.

She opened her eyes when someone started talking. It was then she realised it wasn't her daddy carrying her, it was that man. Daniel. Emma's brother.

Katie sniffled as she reached out. "Emma?" she asked.
The older girl took her in her arms and Katie winced and whimpered as her injured shoulder got pressed against Emma's. "It hurts Emma..." she said quietly, tears forming in her eyes.

She heard Lauren shouting. "What's wrong with Lauren?" she asked.
Then she heard someone say something about a car.
"A car?!" Katie asked and started wiggling in Emma's arms. "Is it my daddy?! Did he come to get me?! Daddy!"

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[b]Jessalyn - outside of Haywood - Abram[/b]

Jess was scared as they pulled up to the makeshift gate. A man started to shout at them to come out unarmed. Jessalyn wrapped her arms aroud her stomach.
"Tell them not to shoot," she told Abram. She wasn't going to take even the smallest chance of a richochet bullet hitting her baby. She had only one more month to go, she thought, and couldn't handle losing her child when she was so close to meeting him for the first time.

In the headlights she could see Abram approach another man who had a gun. Apparently they knew each other somehow. So it was a shock when Abram punched him. Jess gasped, getting out of the car.
"Abram!" she cried, hurrying over to the man who had been hit. "Sir? Are you alright? Please don't shoot. Please. I'm pregnant," she pleaded.
She looked towards the open gate, hoping to see a familiar face inside. "Floyd!" she called, then looked back at the man with the gun. "Is there a man named Floyd here?"

[i]Please,[/i] she prayed to whatever god was listening, [i]Please let him be here. Please let him be safe.[/i]