[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://i.imgur.com/GIBVvWw.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: The Mess Hall[/center][hr][hr]Jack's eyes, and mouth, widened at the sight of the peach. Fresh fruit had become a rarity, and glancing up almost like a little kid deciding whether or not it was okay, Jack took a bite. The juice that trickled out of it covered his mouth, and his eyes closed. This was [i]heaven[/i]. Years of eating bags of chips and roasted squirrels made this into a delicacy, and Jack was almost sad that eventually, the peach would be gone. There was no use in saving it -- it would go bad eventually. Glancing up at the hissing of the radio, Jack blinked, and in a moment, found himself lost in a memory. 

[i]Jack and his partner, Darren, were on a sting operation. The two of them sat inside their car, eating some Chick Fil'A they had scrounged up, as their other partner, Serenity, waited in the hotel room. The perp they expected had been known to frequent the area, soliciting prostitutes and butchering them in kind. Their walkies hissed, and Jack picked up, hearing the precinct come in. 

The perp had been spotted near the area, and all police were expected to go on alert. The memory blurred, flashing by far too quickly. Little snatches popped out to him. The sound of gun fire. The chill of screams. The blood, as Jack and Darren rushed into the room, finding Serenity against the wall, gun in hand. The perp across from her, his eyes glazed over. 

"You're late," Serenity sighed, closing her own eyes. [/i]

Jack shook his head, snapping back to the present. [color=00ff00]"Hope you ahen't in any trouble,"[/color] Jack said, watching as Zoie stood up, and walked briskly out of the mess hall. He bit his lip. It would be just his luck, for Tatiana and him to have found somewhere safe, only for complications to arise. He squeezed Tatiana's hand back, and took a bite of his peach. [color=00ff00]"Solovey, you got to eat,"[/color] Jack chided, kissing her cheek softly. While he did recognize that Tatiana might have been embarrassed about the peck on the cheek in front of the stranger, it didn't stop him in the slightest. 

[color=00ff00]"Uh, veahy,"[/color] Jack answered with a goofy grin. [color=00ff00]"Haven't had a fruit that wasn't a fruit snack in ages,"[/color] he admitted, still holding Tatiana's hand. His eyes lit up at the doctor's comment about their hands, potentially looking like the dorkiest boyfriend in existence. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]https://tribzap2it.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/colin-odonoghue-captain-hook-smile-gif-3.gif?w=500&h=247[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Sign Man Graphics, Arnco Mills, Georgia ---> Heading Down Fourth Street[/center][hr][hr]Édouard gazed down at his 3 in 1 Survival Whistle with Compass and Thermometer, frowning. As far as he could tell, the heat should have killed him and all living life on the planet. It was over 90 degrees, yet it only felt around 32 degrees. [color=cc6699]"Allez, coco!"[/color] Édouard whined, but the thermometer didn't change. The compass was functioning, and giving a very soft blow on the whistle, a small noise emitted from it. Édouard sighed a bit, throwing the whistle in his pack, and picking up his rapier. He had failed, of course, to notice his thermometer did not read in Celsius. [color=cc6699]"Mais je suis en bonne santé, alors, il ne marche pas...Merde."[/color] 

The dilapidated building had provided him shelter the night before. From what Édouard could gather, it was some sort of business, or the home of someone who loved advertisements. The gravel road seemed to be off of the main, beaten track, and he hoped that it would serve as shelter. Despite popular opinion, Édouard wasn't entirely stupid. 

[color=cc6699]"Adieu, mon amie!"[/color] Édouard said to the small house, waving with his hand. His pack over his shoulder and wielding his rapier, Édouard headed on the road, going nowhere in particular. Keeping track of where he had been before had become a complicated process, especially without the help of his guide book. He lamented allowing Félix to use it for a fire. All he had to navigate the vast and confusing country was the remaining pieces of his French-English dictionary, and of course, his dashing good looks. 

By some stroke of luck, Édouard headed away from Main Street, going towards Flower Importers of Georgia. Despite having some food, he didn't want to have to eat the tins of baby food. The French and English words for infants were close enough that he figured out what it meant. And Édouard was certainly not a baby. He mused to himself of the croque monsieur he would consume as soon as he found one readily made, uncertain himself as to how to put it together. Or perhaps, he would upgrade to a croque madame! 

Of course, every so often, Édouard would glance around, looking to see if [i]des morts-vivants[/i] were about. They did terrify him to the extent that his cowardice became evident, but in small numbers, he could handle them. It wasn't everyday that he was legally able to drive the point of his rapier through someone's head. It was the best part of the apocalypse to him. 


[hider=Translations]
Allez, coco! = Work/Go, thing! 
Mais je suis en bonne santé, alors, il ne marche pas...Merde. = But I'm healthy, so the thermometer is broken...Shit.
Adieu, mon amie! = Goodbye, my friend!
Croque Monsieur & Croque Madame = French sandwiches. Think melted cheese, ham, and bread. Incredibly tasty and easy to make. 
Des morts-vivants = Walkers (Exact translation is [i]the Living Dead[/i])[/hider]