-The Batter-
I grumble with my eyes closed. "Sorry, miss, but I woke up at eight in the mornin' to a thing puking in my daughter's bed, and my other kid's missing, so just give me a damn minute to rest," I say. "Oh, and I nearly got carjacked," I mutter as I sit up, popping practically every bone in my body. I open my eyes to see a half-child, half-beast, and I swipe my bat from where I rested it, and nearly swung it, but I pretty much just saved this girl from that guy, apparently. I let the bat rest in my hands, and sigh deeply, looking at her again strangely. I walk out of the room, and back to my daughter's hiding spot, and I yell some profanities as I see that she was missing. I walk in every single room, over dead bodies, and then downstairs. "KATIE?!" I yell, and someone whips around with a shotgun, and I kick the barrel to the side as they shoot. I think I must have broken a toe doing that or something, because it hurt quite bad after I knocked the fellow out. I continue walking downstairs, after having confiscated his shotgun, and I see Katie lying on some rubble. I grab her, and hug her. She was very soft, almost like a pillow now. I walk upstairs, and back into the room. "So, my guesses are you're the single living thing in this place now?" I ask as I carry Katie over my shoulder. "Might as well get to know each other. Hell, might help just in case we find each other again," I say, looking at the beast.

I hold the bat with my arm and hold my hand out for a handshake. "My name is John McDouglass. Now, I don't trust you all that much, but I'm sure you can't do too much harm, being an adolescent and all," I say, ignoring the fucking terrifying appearance of whatever she was now. I fix my cap, and check Katie's pulse once again. She was doing fine.

-Status-
John: Hurt, tired, broken toe and whiplash injury, lacerations on the arms
Katie: Nausea, panicking, fainted.
Overall: John may need some help, but should be fine. Katie is fine.