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[u][b]Time:[/b][/u] Afternoon
[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Newnan 
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Jonas[/center][hr]Watching the guy offer his condolences to Caesar made Meg feel guilty. She knew she should've been the first to help out, to take over. It was the least she could do for Caesar and Alicia both. It pained her to see Caesar - [i]the Mexican badass[/i] look so broken. It was something she never expected to see, not from Caesar.

Not yet anyway.

If Alicia was killed, what did that mean for the rest of thee Newnan group? For her friends? Alicia was strong, she could handle shit on her own. But Meg couldn't. Sid couldn't either - at least Meg could keep fighting and delay her eventual death, but Sid couldn't even do that. What about Maria? Or Leann?

It was the look on Caesar's face that scared Meg the most. Gone was the broken, old man. In was a rage fuelled monster. Caesar was off, killing the dead that was swarming the small group, leaving her and the new kid by the truck. Turning to him, she ordered [color=f08080]"Need you to get on the back and make sure she's not stolen by the trucks. Unlike Swiper, the dead aren't going to return her if you wish them away. Shoot the bastards if they get too close."[/color] Meg then hopped inside, taking the driver's seat once more and starting up the truck.

While Caesar was clearing out the path ahead, Meg drove the truck (and it's inhabitants) towards safety through the main road. It wasn't long before Meg could see the tell tale silhouettes of others ahead on the path to the infirmary. She could recognise two faces: of Maria and Ash. Meg let a sigh of relief, to see two friends of hers safe, along with two new survivors to help out with the hell-hole they've wandered into. [hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Siddharth%20Kumar&name=KGYouWontBringMeDownBold.ttf&size=80&style_color=00a651[/img]
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[u][b]Time:[/b][/u] Afternoon
[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Newnan
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Vivian[/center][hr]
Well shit, the doc was snappy. Sid couldn't blame her of course, she was the one with the gunshot wound between the two of them. She had every right to be snappy. Instead, he swallowed his pride (or what little was left of it) to head over to the fridge. Grabbing the bags of blood in his hands, he shivered at the thought of shoving them down his pants. There was no fucking way this was normal. Couldn't you just microwave the bags? 

...oh wait. It's blood. You can't microwave blood.

Hell, you can't microwave blood in the fucking apocalypse.

Sidd quickly shoved the two cold bags down his trousers, his body chilling suddenly as he let out a grunt. [color=00a651]"Definitely would've preferred the microwave idea."[/color] He muttered to himself under his breath before grabbing the transfusion kit nearby and bringing it over to the snappy doc. 

He really wished someone would come to help. 

Preferably someone with a working microwave.[hr][hr]