[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/0274d27ea8fbf3b3474f55db0a81e720/tumblr_inline_nxgh0hBCun1sh6kg8_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Courthouse >> Outside the Courthouse[/center][hr]
	Bryn gave Zoie a silent nod in return and watched as she led Richard away into her home. She wasn't sure what was going on with those two today. She was sure as hell that Richard was never going to win Zoie back but apparently he was doing something right for her. She had grown close to him over a short span of time but that was before she learned about his lack of respect for those he was supposed to care for. It's why she had stepped back from their friendship.

	As Bridgette approached her, Bryn turned and smiled in response to her words. Then the awkward silence fell and before Bree could leave, she clasped a hand on Bridgette's shoulder as she heard her proposal. [color=peru]"I'll help."[/color] Walking towards the body of Miss Lilly, Bryn hooked her crossbow strap over her head and made to try and move the body. Another of the Newnan residents, one of Miss Lilly's neighbours, had came out once it was all said and done and helped Bryn move the body to the burial site where she would need to be moved to. Grabbing the walkie from her hip, Bryn prepared to talk into the thing for the first damn time.

	[color=peru]"Miss Lilly is dead. Body is being prepared for burial. Orders, boss?"[/color] The radio crackled as she awaited the response from Ash.
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Dr. Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://static.tumblr.com/aa75d26cb085e9d843edd99caacd5cc6/pkcnu7m/Byln7xo2h/tumblr_static_52sif9e9ka8s4kksskogw4scc.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Infirmary.[/center][hr] 
	For the what felt like the second time today, Victor felt his eyelids fluttering. He felt a warm, all encompassing pressure and warmth on one of his hands and he glanced in the direction of it and followed the blurry hands up the blurry arms to the blurry face framed by golden braids and frizz. [color=khaki]"...Astrid..?"[/color] His head was swimming and he felt completely out of sorts. He tried to sit up and found that he had no strength to do so. Another voice this time, masculine and familiar. 

	His head flopped over to find the source and a blurry face with short hair looked down on him. He had no idea who it was but that was just because he couldn't keep his eyes open fully just yet. He took some deep, ragged breaths and felt his eyelids becoming lighter and lighter as time ticked forward. What felt like hours was mere seconds and Victor's eyes fluttered open. He looked around and saw his infirmary at an unfamiliar angle. [color=khaki]"Why am I in a patient's bed? My room is very close, you could have just plopped me down there for my nap..."[/color] He made a soft, stupid smile and then shut his eyes as he took a deep breath.

	[color=khaki]"'ow long was I out?"[/color]
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=tomato]Richard Johnson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/b85f50d9bdb4c44f9c5fd2cff26d69d1/tumblr_nf3uqtzMDe1ty8mi0o1_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Outside Zoie's House >> Zoie's House[/center][hr]
	He hadn't expected her to rest against him again but he was glad when she did. He rested his arms around her and let her lean on him as much as she wanted but he didn't hold her tightly, not like earlier. He was giving her the choice to get out if he wanted to, he didn't want to make her feel forced to stay close to him at all. He was surprised when she kept hold of him as she turned to leave. He didn't want to fight against her so followed her lead.

	She opened the door to her place and led him inside. He looked around and felt his jaw tensing as he realised that he'd thrown everything away because of a stupid mistake and bruised pride. He slowly let go of Zoie's grip and walked into the sitting room area. He felt very uncomfortable here, after all the time they'd spent fighting. Even if it had only been a couple weeks it felt like a lifetime in this world. Sighing lightly, he sat down on one of the chairs and kept his rear balanced on the edge of it as if he was about ready to bolt from there if things should turn South.

	Slipping some fingers into his front vest pocket, he grabbed a cigarette and placed it between his lips before finding a matchstick and firing it up to light it. He only had a few left but this was definitely a requirement. He kept silent and subdued until she spoke to him. He didn't want to risk upsetting her or doing anything stupid. He did his best when he just kept his stupid mouth shut.

[hr][center][h1][color=darkslategray]Svetlana Volkov[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnfxmvdbxO1qhz3hpo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: On the road[/center][hr]
	Ignoring Ed as much as possible once he agreed to help with the battery (also a little before he agreed), Svetlana made a point to check out the cars. Amelia had had he same idea and managed to come away with some bottles of water and some jerky. Grumbling to herself about the untrustworthy chick finding all the good shit, Svetlana searched the busted up Sedan some more and found the most glorious of all holy grails - small snack sized snickers square. Her mouth began to salivate at the idea of sweet goodness.

	Deciding that she deserved this treat all for herself, she slipped it into her pack and buried it deep inside so that it wouldn't fall out. Happy enough with her spectacular find she made her way back over and watched Ed finish up the hashing of work on the truck. She was ready to jump into the driver's seat but Ed's usual non-sensical bullshit caused her to stop before slipping into the driver's seat. She watched him with a confused look on her face and only looked away when she heard Amelia calling out. She turned and noticed the Walkers making their way down towards them. She figured Ed wanted to drive and, considering she had managed to blow out the tyre of their last ride and ruin her hard earned collection of gas maybe it wasn't a bad idea if she didn't drive for a change. Plus she could do with some shut eye.

	Running around the front of the truck and into the passenger side since Amelia was in the bed. She didn't bother saying anything, she just stared at Ed expectantly and then rolled her eyes before pointing to the steering wheel, then to him and then to the walkers and finishing it off with a "hurry the fuck up" motion with her hands to try and speed him up. No doubt as soon as Ed got in and started drivnig they'd be able to put a good distance between them and the dead. Svetlana felt the patched up gash on her head and winced, that was most likely going to leave a scar. Her poor, beautiful, little angel face. She pouted slightly before slumping back in her chair.[hr]