[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/22eda859b7c9444f80616d2c1d8eb846/tumblr_inline_mftqlbVg8Q1rxv9kr.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=23D5B7]Location:[/color][/b] Tank on Right Fork Of Road Between 21 and 22
[b][color=23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] Tank Gunner Amateur[/center][hr]	Beatrice snickered slightly at Lola's choice of words. Yes, [i]knocking[/i] was exactly what they were about to do. While Gavin was in a rather dark place, Beatrice had actually found a little bit of a light in the darkness. She didn't make friends very easily, but she was enjoying Lola's company. She then made the split second decision that she'd see if she could stick around with the tank operator. She didn't owe anything to the former people of Newnan and they didn't owe anything to her. Settlements went up in flames - it sucked but it happened. Newnan wouldn't be the first or the last. 

	She looked through the scope, seeing the building that Lola had mentioned - as well as noting the people slowly dropping. Gavin was still alive and kicking, then. Everything seemed to be proceeding according to plan. It made her wonder how long ago Newnan could have taken out Eden, if all that was required was a tank. There had to be other tanks around Georgia somewhere - probably on some military base, she imagined. It was too bad that Ryan wasn't here to see this - but the luck of the Irish had to run out eventually. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://pa1.narvii.com/5927/867aa9ebd1dbed9e2871d457832358ba7839c70d_hq.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=00ff00]Location:[/color][/b] Parking Lot Behind the Mt. Zion Methodist Church
[b][color=00ff00]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival, Pistol, Scavenging[/center][hr]	Jack shook his head. [color=00ff00]"Jump stahting? Think you mean hot wihing, Tiff,"[/color] Jack observed. He didn't have that particular skill set unfortunately. He had been a cop - a vice cop - and it never had been relevant in his line of work. Back when the outbreak first started, Sutton had been the one to hot wire the cars. It had never occurred to him that he would be without her eventually, but she had died. And now, now he was without the person he knew to be his soulmate - Tatiana. He let out a bit of a sigh as it began to weigh heavily on his mind once more. He wanted to say that he'd see Tatiana again - but it was beginning to feel more and more unlikely as time went by. 

	At least there weren't any walkers in their immediate vicinity. Jack drew his pistol and carefully walked through the parking lot, making sure to not slip on the ice. His suspicions were confirmed - no walkers here. He could spot a few out in the distance but they had time. He lowered his pistol before beginning to take stock of what they had available to them. From his time as a cop, he remembered that keys in common vehicles tended to be kept underneath the visor - but he doubted that rule would apply here. Hopefully if they found a key to a car, the engine would still be working. He wouldn't be surprised if they were in desperate need of TLC. 

	[color=00ff00]"I'll wohk my way towards you, giving them a look ovah,"[/color] Jack said, before walking towards the far end of the parking lot.