[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s15.postimg.cc/6w18b5xln/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Headland: E. Main Street, D9 (inside Hordebuster)
[b]Skills:[/b] Survival, Scavenging[/center][hr]	While the others were no doubt looking outside for places to scavenge for food and supplies, Jack was looking for something else - a sign. Every time they arrived at a new place, it was one of his top priorities, if not [i]THE[/i] top priority. Another piece of evidence that Tatiana had been there. Another guarantee that they were on the right track. Another chance to let out a breath, to release a bit of tension in his shoulders or his jaw - to know that his wife and child were still out there...To know that they were [i]alive[/i] and fighting. He clenched his hand for a moment, sending a silent prayer - not to a higher power but to Tatiana. [i][color=00ff00]New city. Be safe, solovey. I love ya.[/color][/i] Sometimes, he could've sworn that after he sent a thought to her, he'd catch the scent of the soap she had always used. Sometimes.

	Jack nodded, listening to Ash's rundown on the area. He had to admit, he wanted to search the houses first anyways - for supplies but also for the chance that Tatiana was holed up in one of them. It had been what they had done in their month together before Newnan - go from house to house. It was where they had played Monopoly together, a game that he had only managed to play with one girlfriend without breaking up...It was just another little moment where he knew that she was the only one for him. If only he had fought harder to stay with her. 

	[color=00ff00]"Clearin' houses sounds good to me,"[/color] Jack began, mulling it over. [color=00ff00]"Middle school...Odds are, it might be overrun, but it's worth a look. Think goin' to that one as a group, like with the Fire Depahment, would be best."[/color] He then glanced out of the truck, seeing if there was anything else he missed, only to spot...a nun with a sword? [color=00ff00]"Uh...Did anyone ask for a nun? Because she ain't for me,"[/color] Jack said, staring outside. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s15.postimg.cc/asek75y0r/source.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Quincy: E9 (Front Porch)
[b]Skills:[/b] Bow, Scavenging, Stamina[/center][hr]	Over the past year, Beatrice had lost her gun - it had been a bittersweet moment that would have been potentially catastrophic in her mind if she hadn't learned to shoot a bow during her time at Newnan. Now, the bear archery bow fit in her hand comfortable, the quiver of arrows at her side. All else failed, she also had a hammer on her. It wasn't too bad as equipment went, but there was another new change, compared to her situation years ago - she had people with her. She wouldn't have to come up with a creative way to use her salt and pepper packet as a weapon if her bow was taken away from her.

	It was as nice as it was nerve wracking, learning to depend on other people. Despite Newnan functioning as a community, it had been relatively easy to remain closed off and emotionally distant to those around you. In the close quarters they functioned in now, it was so much harder. Her fingers flexed around the handle of her bow and she nodded at Thana, notching an arrow. [color=23D5B7]"'Course. Maybe there'll be SpaghettiO's in there for you,"[/color] she quipped to Thalia. She smirked slightly at the thought, before the smile faded and the stone cold neutral expression returned, as she looked at the cabin. She didn't want to admit it, but she needed to rest - they all needed to. It'd already been a long morning. 

	[i]Killer Bea[/i] though. It was a nickname she could get used to.