[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]He kept his eyes focused on the surrounding area, scanning for anyone coming over to the makeshift camp. As Meg set off again in her vehicle, Jack let himself glance towards Bazhooli's fallen form again. Could it really have been under an hour ago that they had taken down a walker? He clenched his fist again, trying to refocus his mind on the task at hand. Tatiana was still alive. She was back in Newnan. He had to do his job here, in order to protect her.

But he had failed to protect Bazhooli. Sure, it had been a freak accident, but survivor's guilt of sorts was starting to eat away at Jack. He felt like there should have been something he could have done to help Bazhooli. If Bazhooli had been assigned to keep watch instead of him, maybe the big Russian man would still be there. There was too much death in this new world. 

As soon as everyone was inside of the truck, Jack would climb inside as well, keeping watch from above as long as he could. He listened to Astrid's words with a heavy heart. At least Bazhooli's death had been quick.
[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 wasn't sure how to respond to that question. She raised an eyebrow at the taller man, his voice light and friendly, as he asked her to give a spin. It was comforting that they thought of that, and Beatrice stuffed her hands in the pocket of her jacket, fanning it out like a cape as she spun slowly in a circle. She didn't have any weapons besides her gun--a fact that she had every intention of remedying, as soon as she could get a decently blunt object, and practice swinging it at things. 

Beatrice nodded slightly, moving to enter Newnan, the gate shutting behind her. As James talked, Beatrice was mostly quiet, glancing around the settlement and gleaning what she could from James' words. At the mention of his name, Beatrice raised an eyebrow.[color=#23D5B7]"...No idea at all why they call you that,"[/color] Beatrice said dryly, but there was a slight smile on her lips. [color=#23D5B7]"Starved. I have trail mix to trade."[/color] She didn't figure they'd be in the business of just giving away food for free, and it wasn't like she could write them a check. 

She blew a piece of hair out of her face, continuing to follow James. This placed seemed...interesting, to say the least. And it was safer than the outside world, aside from those troubling explosions she had seen. [color=#23D5B7]"I didn't say my name,"[/color] Beatrice replied, chuckling a bit. [color=#23D5B7]"It's Beatrice, though."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff6600]Chloe Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/6741b2679916fba3f9176b902f65e56a/tumblr_inline_mfhw8yJjQu1rcntul.gif[/img][hr]Location: Truck in the Woods ---> The Hoardebuster[/center][hr][hr]The appearance of the huge ass truck, with more and more people, got Chloe's hopes up. But at the same time, as they moved the wounded and the dead towards the truck, death continued to strike. She had screamed when the large man met his maker, in the most gruesome and trivial way. And after having spent most of her adult life dealing with drug abuse, her Stanford training was a bit rusty. It was all she could do to focus on her patient, keeping pressure on Ray's wound, and assisting as he was moved into the truck. 

By the time they got inside, Chloe tried her best to smile reassuringly at the man as he groaned in pain. Without the equipment of a proper medical room, there wasn't much more that she could do for him, other than smile and try to look confident that she knew what she was doing. But with the entire military outfit of this group, with the trucks and organization...Chloe wasn't too certain they'd take too kindly to her, once they learned what she really had put her Stanford education up to.