[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] Hordebuster, Sprayberry Rd, in front of train tracks -> Continuing W on Sprayberry
[color=steelblue][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Engineering, Mechanic [/center][hr][hr]

        Something still seemed off to Ash as he carefully made his way back to the Hordebuster. It was a freak occurance, this snow drift. They didn't usually form unless there was something present to collect against. And one this high? He had seen piles almost this high in the mountain passes of Virginia, though they were made in an especially snowy winter and stacked by the passing of snowplows. Perhaps (and this was a sobering thought) there was a large vehicle there at one point that the snow gathered upon, sticking around after the vehicle left. Of course, that would mean that there was another large truck not too far away, which could mean trouble. They had enough problems as it was. And even they had fewer problems than those who had to slog it out on foot, if indeed anyone else made it out. 

        [color=steelblue][i]Problems for later, Captain. Stay alive now. You have your mission.[/i][/color] As usual, the formal little dip into his subconscious manifesting as a voice was correct. It had been a little bit since he'd heard from the Soldier; sadly he did not know if that meant he was more sane or less right then, but the voice was right. He had his mission. Thana had hers. They meet when it was all over and begin again.

        Tucking away his knife and pistol, Ash climbed into his Hordebuster and opened the suicide door for Niesha. When they were all safely back inside, he briefed Riley. [color=steelblue]"Freak drift. Looks clear, the 'Buster can chew through this. Couple of Dead a ways behind, few on the side of the road, bit they don't seem interested in us right now."[/color] Not when there was an entire settlement in a huge, flaming crater that proved to be far more interesting. So Ash buckled in and reviewed the situation from the driver's seat. [color=steelblue]"Hold on to something."[/color] he advised, bringing the engine back to life and shifting into gear. Ponderously at first, the Hordebuster rolled forward, picking up just the necessary inertia the give the plowhead purchase into the bank of white, semisolid soft cover. It parted readily, allowing their access, yet enough of it pattered across the windshield as to become lodged between the protective grate and the lamimate safety glass, making vision perilous. 

        A slight twinge of anxiety hit Ash. He would lose precious time and potentially put these people in danger were he to stop climb outside to clear it, and if he stopped now they might get mired in the remains of the drift until the rising temperature gave them their eacape. He hit the windshield wipers, for what good they did. It was some use; they gave him the half second of vision outside regularly. Thankfully, luck was with them in the form of the train tracks. Rolling over them jostled all of the loose snow down to the bottom portion of the window, where the wipers made good enough work of it. And so, they rolled along Sprayberry Rd, continuing on their way to Arnco Mills. 

        [color=steelblue]"Would one of you please get on the map? I want a different set of eyes to confirm our route."[/color] Ash almost breathed a sigh of relief at their continued progress. He was nervous for a moment, but so far as his passengers went, Ash wanted them to think this was business as usual. So to speak.