[u]Desmond Williams[/u]:

Life had a way of picking up and slowing down, roughly transitioning between periods of intense excitement and lulls of boredom which seemed to drag on. Desmond found that, no matter what the circumstance, he generally found himself happier just riding those waves out, than trying to liven the mood somehow. So, the car ride over stayed silent. Group morale was somewhere higher than hostile but not-quite chummy. Hell, it looked like most everyone was just anxious to see how things would turn out. Desmond was no exception. 

Though it felt like longer, the small convoy pulled up on 8th Street less than an hour later. As the car turned the corner, Desmond looked around at what appeared at first glance to be a boring, run-down street. Shops looted, glass broken, cars upended, but at least without a trace of the undead. Though a couple buildings had some rough barricades set up, one -- a tall office building -- seemed much more able to weather the storm, so to speak. [i]Must be the place[/i], Desmond thought to himself as the convoy came to a halt. Suddenly, the lull was over: Desmond heard a cry for help from down the street, and saw Sarah run off to help. Three men emerged from the building, one military, a cop and another guy, as Cole went out to parlay with them. Todd, the kid, collapsed out of the car and onto the road. The lawyer looked around, trying to take all the issues into account, and see where he may be of the most assistance.

Cole seemed to have things under control. Desmond didn't much like him -- too hot-headed and impulsive -- he didn't see their conversation escalating any further. Getting out of the car and slinging his bag back over his shoulders, Desmond went around the other side of the car to check on Todd. The kid seemed hungry, sleep-deprived and dehydrated: a deadly combination. Desmond reached into his bag and pulled out cheerios and the large bottle of Dr. Pepper. 
"Have as much as you'd like," he told Todd after making sure he was awake, before glancing up to see Sarah with a taller guy, who looked in worse shape than Todd.
"I'll be right back, okay? Try to eat and drink a bit, it'll help."

With that, he left the cereal and soda with Todd and took off running toward Sarah and the new guy. He got to the pair pretty quickly, just in time to hear the man ask Sarah for water. [i]So we've got two people with dehydration, and not even enough water to make it through the week?[/i] Desmond thought to himself, before shaking off his selfishness and reaching back into his bag. With the soda gone, he just had two 16-ounce bottles of water left of his personal supply. Looking from his depleted stock to the guy in desperate need of a drink, and back again, he grabbed one of the bottles and held it out for the man.
"Take it, you need it more than me right now."

[u]Douglas Knowles[/u]:

While the convoy had, from their vantage point on the second floor, seemed intimidating at first, upon closer inspection Doug found it to be nothing more than a bunch of tired civilians looking for safety. As Doug, Omar and the Captain walked out to meet with them, the police officer watched as a man called for help from down the street, and two of the survivors -- a brunette in sunglasses and a man in a suit -- respond to the call. They had a kid with them, too, who seemed more tired than all of them. As the action continued to play out with the man down the street, another guy, a football player, from the convoy came up to meet the trio. He asked about the safehouse, and Doug gave a cordial smile.
"Yeah, you've found it. Shitty looking building right behind us, but she's sturdier than she looks. Did you hear the broadcast?" He asked, before waving his own question away. "Ah, no matter. I'm Doug, this here's Omar and Captain John. Why don't we get you guys inside, and we can all give proper introductions?"