[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 Road -> Intersection of Sprayberry and Jackson St. 
[color=steelblue][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Engineering, Mechanic [/center][hr][hr]

	Ash slightly misjudged the distance of Sprayberry Road. He had expected to hit Roscoe in short order, a fact that he had to put back into his mental map of the area. It had been a little bit since he had been up this way. The pieces of memory took a couple seconds to jumble back into place. All in all, he was glad that Riley had the map and he was behind the wheel. Route confirmation was an important thing. Damned necessary, even. The amount of fuel in the tanks could take them from one side of the continent to the other one, but without a readily available means of resupplying they had to account for every drop of it, be it diesel, standard, or alcohol. Ash made a mental note to locate or construct another still as soon as possible. For him, it was pretty much a survival tool. 
	
	[color=steelblue]"Thanks, Riley."[/color] intoned Ash, veering the Hordebuster to the left to avoid a section that looked perilously like black ice. He risked a look back into the cab, confirming the presence of Niesha, Riley, personal equipment and their bugout bags. Maybe it was minor paranoia. Maybe that type of selective caution kept people alive. 

	The big, solid truck began making its way into a more residential area of Sprayberry. One side of the road was dotted with trees that still hadn't quite put leaves back on, standing in front of once proud middle-class houses. Ash looked upon them with near dead nostalgia. He would have liked to have lived in a place like that, back Before. For that matter, he would have loved to be back in his house in Newnan; a grand old building that was converted into a venue site. He had lived there alone in spacious digs, feeling almost opulent in comparison to how he had lived prior to establishing the Newnan Safe Zone. Now all of that was at the bottom of a crater. Thanks, God. Thanks a lot. 

	The road bent to a near perfect West direction, taking them further into the residential area. The houses became a little smaller and set closer together, the picture of an abandoned, nigh idyllic neighborhood. It was a little depressing. Ash soldiered on, keeping his feelings quiet for the time being, just hoping that others had survived to make it to the bugout points. Maybe a few would make it to Arnco Mills. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Hope, hope, hope. All he could do now is drive. Ash brought the Hordebuster further up Sprayberry until its end; the road terminated at a four-way stop, interescting with Jackson Street. Across the way was Roscoe Rd. The 'Buster now sat between an abandoned gas station and an inviting (but equally abandoned) barbecue restaurant. It had to be barbecue. 

	Right in that second, Ash began to really miss James. As he stared out of the window, looking at the faded, wooden pig sign in front of the restaurant, single tears formed in his eyes. Ash couldn't allow himself to think about him right now, even if he did just see him die. He had survivors to think of, with greater priority than anything else. 

[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] Eden, 22 -> Headed toward Tennis Courts
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Stealth, Survival [hr][hr][/center]

	The directions given threw off Thalia for a second. Toward the tennis courts and around front... She had assumed for a bit there that the "front" was in the direction of the TANK, which was doing a fine and spiffy job relocating Edenites toward its location. The wave of temporary stupidity thankfully washed away, revealing a more competent Thalia who was in tune with the concept of front and back sides of buildings, based upon architectural design and not the temporary needs of a post-apocalyptic band of reprobates and assholes. Thalia wasn't sure which designation she fell into; Reprobate or Asshole, and  it was quite possible that in the next hour the question would be totally academic. 

	Thalia ran the lay of the land over in her head. It would be trickier going, moving around that way that Thana suggested. It was the best route though, so far as the plan was concerned. They had to get up to the building and get in, hopefully with the brunt of these asshats firing impotently at Lola's Mobile Armor. What she wouldn't give for a detachment of MSS High Threat personnel at her disposal. Or even the old group from Castle Town in Fairburn. She missed them. Really did. As it was, she had herself, a Navy chick, and a 'Nam vet. It could be worse. 

	[color=DC143C]"Yeah, tennis courts..."[/color] Sometimes, in order to advance you had to take a detour. [color=DC143C]"I'll take point. Be ready to give me some cover, this isn't an exact science."[/color] Damn, she wanted a silencer. It would make this so much easier. Under cover of trees and the lengthening shadows of the day, Thalia began sneaking her way toward the corner of the nearest tennis court. The sooner all this began, the sooner it could end.