[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Smokey Rd. -> Outside Newnan, Southern Gate
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	Ash spent the rest of the drive in silence. There were some hard truths that they all had to face when they got back home, which should be in the next few minutes. He really wanted to use the time to get into something resembling a decent frame of mind, but it wasn't going to be a long enough to get remotely there. It reminded him of the last really bad day he had, just a few weeks ago. He insisted upon hopping into the back of his 'Buster and crawling into a bottle of decent booze. It was a low point for him. Somehow, Mr. James Grady understood what was going on and joined him; kept him in conversation and prevented him from making the night even worse. Then the new girl, Zoie, showed up. Then, quite uninvited, the Shieldmaidens arrived as if they belonged there. He barely knew most of them, but after a while it didn't matter. The occasion was still sad, no denying. There were elements of hope and mirth injected into the situation, however; it was the difference between a funeral and a wake. 

	As much as Ash wanted to be alone again, he knew it would only put him in a dark place. That hog hunting son-of-a-bitch was right about him: He needed people around to stay human. 

	It was at this point in his thoughts that the emotionally strained Captain realized something. Everyone with him now that wasn't dead or dying were strangers. This guy Jack - they had one conversation, really, and that was his entrance interview. Otherwise, he had a stack of dead people, and ...Astrid... plus a gathering of very fresh faces. Unknown faces. And he was bringing them into his home. 

	The walls of Newnan appeared in his vision, looming in the distance. Ash viewed them with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. Now that he was back within clear walkie distance, he addressed the city. [color=steelblue]"We're coming up on the main gate now. Two medical emergencies and..."[/color] He cleared his throat, [color=steelblue]"...and multiple casualties. Need full teams for both."[/color] 

	Ash pulled up to the gates, waiting for Jim to crank them open wide enough to admit the Hordebuster. For the first time ever, he didn't actually feel like going back inside. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] LaGrange Street, headed south -> Building [b]2[/b], Mess Hall
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	The strangest message came across James' radio. He held up a finger to Newnan's most recent guest, as if to indicate that he needed a moment to handle something. [color=firebrick]"Why how-do, Miss Meg? Good to hear ya'll gettin' back. Now, ain't a thing happened here since you left us, 'cept we cleaned up a little. Oh! And we've got us a visitor."[/color] 

	[color=firebrick]"The kind that don't wanna shoot us! Score, right?"[/color] James had adopted a more joking tone of voice. Probably not the most appropriate thing to do, considering all of the bad that had occurred that day. 

	Ash's broadcast wiped away what remained of his jovial manner. He was definitely back on the clock, one form or another. While he wasn't the best guy in the whole world with medical [i]anything[/i], growing up with agriculture had most assuredly taught him the proper use of a shovel. [color=firebrick]"You might should just hang here, Bea. Eat up, don't pay no mind to the quiet guy with the rifle makin' sure you're not gonna kill us all, k?"[/color]