[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/4e7ac405f29f7a6727ac3b47e7f5bca4/tumblr_inline_nuo45bG5D11qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: The Hordebuster Roof[/center][hr][hr]As they exited the truck, Jack took in the scene of destruction. It wasn't too often that he saw auto-accidents, having only worked as a beat cop for a few years. But of the few he had seen, none of them compared to this. Bodies were scattered around, a man was missing a limb, and the spunky Newnanite who hit on him earlier laid dead. It disturbed him to think that just an hour or so ago, he had been patching up the fence with her. And Bazhooli had planned on asking her to strip at a bachelor party. 

[color=00ff00]"Got it, boss,"[/color] Jack responded, as Ashton instructed him to take lookout. Astrid had already climbed up there, and from the bite on her neck, things didn't look too good for her. It was a wicked bite, in just about one of the worst areas to be bitten as well. An amputation was impossible for her--she was going to die. His heart went out to her as he climbed up the ladder to get a vantage point, serving as a lookout. Of course, he was slightly wary. 

His companion on the roof could turn into a walker at any moment. But as Bazhooli glanced back at him, Jack grinned a bit at his friend. Bonds formed and fell apart quickly in the apocalypse--he hadn't known the man very long, and already, Jack considered Bazhooli to not just be his best man, but his best friend. [i]After[/i] Tatiana, of course. He kept his eyes peeled, watching to see if any walkers came towards the small group--but he glanced away as he heard a soft scream of surprise. 

The sound had come from the ginger girl tending to the cripple. His hand automatically reaching for his sidearm, he faltered when he saw the cause of her scream. [color=00ff00]"Bazhooli..."[/color] Jack croaked. The Russian man was limp, impaled on the tree. To say it was a freak accident was an understatement. Jack started to move to run towards his friend, but his police training kicked in. He couldn't just abandon his post. 

Jack blinked, attempting to clear the water from his eyes. He couldn't even remember Bazhooli's real name--all he knew was that he had promised to take care of Bazhooli's cat, as if the Russian had known he wouldn't survive the trip. Jack clenched his fist slightly, making a silent vow. That furball was going to be one of the best cared for cats that ever lived. It was all he could do to honor Bazhooli. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/8c95bd51ad09d004fe47b6d13aa801d5/tumblr_n28rlbTgsN1rhs5nco2_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Newnan Northern Gate[/center][hr][hr]Beatrice felt a bit of relief, once the armed company agreed to let her inside the settlement. All she'd have to do then would be wait out whatever walker onslaught was to come, and try to avoid the [i]fantastic[/i] explosion sensation that was going on. Still, their paranoia about her weapons was a slight reassurance. They weren't entirely idiotic when it came to security, it seemed. Perhaps they had just been having an off moment before--not that she was intending to stay for very long, of course. 

Pulling her pistol out slowly, Beatrice set it on the ground, her hands in the air. She didn't trust these people--certainly not enough to think one of them wouldn't get trigger happy and kill her anyways. However, as the gate creaked open enough for her to come through, Beatrice couldn't help but smile. It was fortunate she was a patient person in general, as she waited for further instructions without too much annoyance.