[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3hnpy5zP41r7ifqv.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: DMV in Carrollton, Georgia[/center][hr][hr]Jack grinned a bit at her botched attempt at saying Boston. Frankly, he wasn't really from Boston--he was from Boylston. No one had ever heard of Boylston, for some reason that always escaped him. It was far easier to just name the Cradle of Liberty, the famed City Upon a Hill...He shook his head slightly, thinking fondly of his mother. She'd always give him that same speech about how fortunate he was to live in a city filled with what she called "breathing history." The cannoli wars developing in the same place that grew the Revolution. He couldn't help but imagine the place was destroyed, overcome with walkers or large gangs. 

His smile fell, recalling the last time he had seen his mother. 

[color=a187be]"I knov of house. Ve stay at, maybe there,"[/color]

Tatiana seemed incredibly nervous, as far as he was aware. He nodded at her, forcing a grin, as he shoved the memories of his dead mother far back in his mind. He had someone to focus on now--Sutton was right about him, after all. He always did his best when he had someone to sacrifice for, someone to die for. 

Pulling out a set of keys, Tatiana glanced at him with fear in her eyes. [color=a187be]"You knov hov to drive?"[/color] He nodded. [color=a187be]"I go, you come or not?"[/color]

She held out the keys and Jack took them with a soft smile. [color=00ff00]"Been a yeaah, might be a bit rusty..."[/color] He chuckled a bit, glancing at the various cars outside. One of them looked like there was someone inside of it, but as far as he was aware, it probably was just a walker, trapped by some clever soul. 

[color=00ff00]"Tell me how to get there, yeah?"[/color] Jack requested, the keys jingling a bit in his hand. As nervous as Tatiana was, it never occurred to Jack that he had equal reason to be nervous. A strange girl was taking him to a house. He'd read [i]the Road[/i] and knew that situations like that usually didn't end well, but it hardly bothered him at all. The thought that Tatiana was leading him to a trap went right over his head. 

Perhaps it was a desire for human company; perhaps it was a death wish. [color=00ff00]"Which caah is yours?"[/color]