[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/85b1d99e40c547d7e771e7688130f28a/tumblr_ojog8uNf9k1qdhps7o2_r1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside of the Hordebuster, Sprayberry Rd, in front of train tracks 
[color=steelblue][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Stealth [/center][hr][hr]

	Careful steps brought Ashton closer and closer to the obstacle that impeded the Hordebuster from ferrying himself and his two charges to the hopeful safety of their initial bugout point. There were the scattered numbers of the Dead still around, and while their attention was directed mostly toward the continuing sounds of ruination and the column of dark smoke that used to be their home, Ash knew full well and from very recent experience that their attention could be diverted to something much closer if one wasn't careful. 

	The soft crunch of boots in snow wasn't exactly what Ash had in mind as he carefully closed the distance. It couldn't be helped, really, and the Dead didn't seem to particularly notice their approach. [i]Yet[/i]. Always yet. It was an eventuality; if you were out in the world, sooner or later, you had to run. That was all there was to it. He would just prefer to make it a short run to someplace safe rather than a long run into parts unknown. Finally, thank whatever deity still checked in on this world, Ash made it to the other side of the looming obstacle. As expected, there were train tracks. There was snow. And there were Dead. Just a couple of them, but the former Army Captain had no desire to engage in a melee on icy ground when there was no prize at the end of it. 

	His mind still on his surroundings, not to mention the formerly living people within said surroundings, Ash walked up to the huge white wall to give it a closer inspection. He prodded it with the tip of his knife and watched the snow fall away. A little more prodding, a little more snow fell. Then it hit him, and the realization issued in a whisper: [color=steelblue]"There's nothing here."[/color] Nothing. Freak snow drift. How it got to be this high was beyond him, but the Buster would chew through this. Again in quiet voice, he looked back to Niesha, motioning to the truck. [color=steelblue]"we're done here. Let's get back."[/color] 

	Caarefully, Ash began moving back to his Hordebuster. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e4117d5f-65c8-4b8e-98df-5810a59267c5.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] Near Eden, Golf Course (Other side of wall from 15)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Stealth, Survival [hr][hr][/center]

	Thalia had just finished lacing up her hiking boots when she noticed movement in the water near to where she had emerged, herself. It was Alexander, of course. It couldn't be anyone else, unless a random Edenite decided to take a swim around their own fortifications. It was difficult as hell trying to be quiet when entering or exiting water, so she couldn't really fault the old man for it. It was almost as difficult as evading notice while dealing with a closed door or walking across a room scattered with scrap paper. With caution, she neared the waterfront and waved briskly to get her teammate's attention. 

	As soon as it was possible to do so, Thalia moved to meet Alex behind the cover of the treeline. [color=DC143C]"Good news: Haven't been spotted yet. Bad news: Navy girl's nowheah in sight. I'm thinking she got the idea to move ahead after the tank fired off."[/color] She paused in her situational briefing, ear tilted toward the woods ahead of them, [color=DC143C]"More bad news: I don't think we're alone."[/color] If it was Thana creeping her way back to meet up with them after a quick scout, great. But optimists got themselves dead, fast. As a confirmed cynic, Thalia wanted to make absolutely certain of what she was dealing with, especially if an alarm could be raised that might tip off Eden that the tan was merely Part One of a two part plan to kill as many of them as possible and feed off of the corpse of their little corner of Hell. 

	 She slipped the shield off of her back and braced to handle it lightly and away from her body. It was stealth she was after, and masking the human silhouette, If there was one thing that tipped off the senses to a quiet enemy incursion, it was the outline of the human form. Her gun was still at the ready, but now she slipped her machete into her shield hand, holding it as a backup weapon. Chances were, if she needed to use a blade, she would have a little time to ready it. [color=DC143C]"Alright... Mugs, you any good at not being seen?"[/color] The whisper was barely audible.