[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/2d90dbdc12c5758158f0dab66c2f639a/tumblr_inline_nxgiggZjCC1sh6kg8_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Newnan Gates >> Inside Newnan's Walls[/center][hr]
	As they all made their way inside, Bryn took in the surroundings and wondered just what the fuck had went down in this, quite literally, bloody place. She noted so many dead bodies, both fresh and fetid, as she idled Grace further inside. She was very glad to still have her weapons and planned to keep it that way. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of this bunch of survivors but so far they didn't seem entirely unreasonable. Not like some that she had encountered in her time travelling around Georgia and Florida.

	She heard a truck pulling around and then saw the Southern Belle from earlier beckoning her over to it as she jumped into the back of it. Raising an eyebrow, Bryn pulled Grace over to the truck and looked into the bed of the truck as best she could and saw all manner of goodies laying within it. This must be the distraction ammunition. She listened to the plan and it didn't rightly sound [i]completely[/i] insane, just like 45% insane if she had to put a number on it.

	Strapping her bat onto her backpack, Bryn prepped Grace for the work ahead and then looked back to the Southern Belle. [color=peru]"If we usin' the truck, this mean I can be puttin' Grace someplace safe or we still needin' her dulcet tones to draw in 'em Snarlers?"[/color] She was fine having Grace out there, just meant if shit went South she could get herself out of harms way a little quicker, might even be able to help at least one of the people of this town to safety if it were possible and required. She knew the basic premise of the plan by this point, she just needed some clarification on which part she was playing in it.[hr]