[hr][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] Building 1 (Main - Infirmary)[/center][hr] 
	He was quite pleased with his little protégé and could practically feel his chest swelling with the pride he felt towards her. He was both upset and enthused that he was her first patient on her own, it would help to build her personal confidence in herself while working in the infirmary. Even if she did have bucket loads of confidence in general, it was quite different when it came to having someone's life in your hands when you could quite literally be the only thing that can save them. There is a whole new pressure from that kind of dependancy and it can make or break a person. Victor was glad to find that Astrid was definitely being made in her position.

 	He opened his mouth to speak before he heard someone clearing their throat and he looked over to the door only to see one of his least favourite people in the community. Victor frowned but said nothing as he watched Neisha helping Kristina into a bed. He did not take his eyes off of her, not for a single second, he did not trust her not to try and touch something she wasn't supposed to. Victor moved his arms and laced his fingers together, resting the palms of his joined hands across his stomach as he lay in his bed. Victor wanted to know why Kristina had been thrown from the horse but he wasn't going to ask any questions until Neisha was gone from the infirmary. He looked to Astrid and took a deep breath but said nothing. She would know exactly what that look and breath meant.

	He did not appreciate being interrupted while teaching his student, sick or not, he was still working with Astrid. Neisha did not even have the politeness of a knock on the door to announce herself and the latest patient before just barging right in and allocating a bed to the patient before preliminary checks had been carried out by himself or Astrid. He pursed his lips and sucked on his teeth before taking the breath again, attempting to calm himself but being unable to and deciding to speak out. [color=khaki]"If that is all, you should leave. We will take it from 'ere."[/color] His face was stern and taut from aggitation and his knuckles were growing whiter as his grip became tighter.

	He watched as she left without a word, he wasn't entirely sure she had heard him as he hadn't spoken particularly loudly, and then scoffed as she stopped at the door and [i]yet again[/i] tried to act like she knew more than she did. It took all of his self control not to scream at the stupid girl about how they were capable medical professionals and that she shouldn't be suggesting they carry out such basic questioning as if they knew nothing of the work involved in taking care of patients. She was the most self-important person he had met in Newnan to date and she was within the top three of most self-important people he had ever met in his [i]life[/i]... and he had met [i]a lot[/i] of people.

	The girl just did not know when to just keep her god damn mouth [i]shut[/i].
[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] Building B (Zoie's House)[/center][hr]
	[color=tomato]"You forgive too easy."[/color] He had heard and felt her entering the room, making her way over to him and sitting herself across from him on the windowsill but he kept his gaze focused on the outside world that was like the eye of a crazy and deadly storm. They were protected, for now, but for how long was that going to last? Just because they were behind walls, it didn't mean they were safe or normal again. Far fucking from it. It really just showed how much they were just caged up animals that the dead were waiting to be released into the wild so they could rip them the fuck apart.

	The time that Richard had spent since he and Zoie had parted ways was mostly in isolation besides when he was working. He constantly asked for leave to go outside the walls and was generally allowed since all he asked for protection was his machete and hunting knife when out there. He had no need for a gun, even if he did miss his shotgun, but it just drew attention and what he had been doing required nothing more than a quick blade and a big blade. He had been getting himself gored up and wandering amongst the Deadbrains from time to time. He started doing it just to get by them but then, something drew him in, he wanted to be near people who weren't judging him for the dumb mistake he'd made. So many people in Newnan treated him like a second rate citizen and it was really grating on his nerves but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it.

	Sighing, Richard came back out of his own head and looked towards Zoie before taking a deep breath. [color=tomato]"Daisy, ya gotta be harder on people. Especially people like me, it's gonna get ya killed, or worse hurt, if ya forgive the wrong person. There are such things as wolves in sheeps clothin' darlin'."[/color] He ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head before glancing down at the floor of Zoie's sitting room. He leaned back against the frame of the window and turned to look outside again.

	[color=tomato]"Ya ever think we're jus' kiddin' ourselves livin' 'ere? Reckon this is all jus' an intermission 'fore shit hits the fan again... It don't feel right, Daisy."[/color] He'd been thinking it for a while but saying it out loud just confirmed it for him. He was really, truly considering living on the outside again. He didn't fit here, that much was clear. Besides Daisy and Froggy, no one gave two shits about him here. Hell even Daisy didn't give two shits for a while there. Bryn used to but after everything went down with Zoie, she'd barely even grunted in his general direction. This morning was the first time they'd properly spoken since she had chewed him out over his treatment of Zoie. Girl had a hell of a fucking right hook.
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/d441fc1a4f793ae2cd61be98a3990f7c/tumblr_inline_nxggkcuDcz1sh6kg8_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Burial Site >> Building 6 (The Armoury)[/center][hr]
	The silence was something that Bryn was used to and never complained about, even if she did like listening to Bridgette rambling on. Working away was good and fine right until the moment that the shovel decided to try to bury itself into her skull. Her chin scraped right off of the ragged and broken area and she grunted in pain as she almost lost her balance falling forward a step before catching herself. Her crossbow swung from her back and hit her in the side. 

	[color=peru]"Son of a bitch!"[/color] Bryn rose her hand up to feel her chin and winced from the stinging that came with her touch. She hissed through her clenched teeth as the pain abated and she kicked the shovel that was still propped up in it's spot in the ground, knocking it over. She glanced over to Bridgette and nodded. [color=peru]"Teeth are fine. Should probably let this get cleaned but with the Doc bein' ill I'll sort it m'self. 'Sides, I need to actually go check my weapons into the armoury before Bossman kicks my ass outta here. I'll meet ya back at the wall once I've visited the armoury. If you're good I'll go do that. Forgot to check them in after comin' in from m'unsuccessful hunt this mornin'."[/color] She shook her head and rolled her eyes at herself.

	She had no problems being alone but she didn't like the idea of going back out there. At least not permanently. Her runs out with James and her morning hunting trials were enough to keep her balanced. Bidding a temporary farewell to Bridgette, Bryn made her way to the armoury and greeted Tom with her usual nod and grunt. She checked her c-whacker and crossbow into the armoury and kept hold of her knife as per the rules of the Bossman. Last thing she wanted was to get on his bad side.
[hr][center][h1][color=darkslategray]Svetlana Volkov[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/d2f5dfd8b329a2cba4af969ccc752d4f/tumblr_inline_n7o2u1xMcf1r7jwpm.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: On the road[/center][hr]
	She was already close to being sick before from the knock on her head, probably from a concussion of some sort, but this new series of events caused by her newest meatshield was making her regret even more as to why she had even let him into her car in the first place. She felt woozy as she opened up the car door and she bent over doubled as she spewed forth the meagre breakfast that she had eaten that morning. She may have had food but she was rationing and this was quite literally the [i]solominkoy, kotoraya slomala verblyudov nazad[/i]. Amelia then started to tear into Ed while Svetlana was busy wretching her guts out.

	She wiped her mouth with the back of her arm and she stormed forward towards Ed and poked a finger at his chest as she began to cuss him out. Amelia had been distracted by something nearby but Svetlana was too interested in tearing Ed a brand new hole to spew shit from. [color=darkslategray]"Beda nikogda ne prikhodit odna! YA klyanus', chto yesli by my byli odni? Tvoy mozg..."[/color] Svetlana pointed abruptly at Ed's head, her finger poking him right between the eyes. She then made an exploding motion with her hands at the sides of her head and continued her tirade. [color=darkslategray]"...zabryzgali cherez dorogu!"[/color] She almost pulled her gun out and held it at his head but decided she would just continue cursing him out in her mother tongue before remembering that he wouldn't understand a single word of it.

	[color=darkslategray]"Me da asco..."[/color] And with those words Svetlana felt her stomach churn and she spewed all over Ed's shoes. As she was bent over double in her new position she noticed the spikes that were strewn across the road that had actually caused their accident that Amelia was looking at. Frowning at the sight, her gun was drawn quickly and she glanced around the surrounding area to check if there was anyone nearby or watching them from what she could see. She quickly moved over to the truck and reached in to grab her pack, slinging it onto her back before crouching down beside the truck and beckoning them both forward while shushing them both with a single finger risen to her lips.

	She then saw Ed, standing there, being an idiot as usual. She would have buried her face into her knees if she wasn't so worried about what was waiting for them in the treeline. She listened to his ramblings half way and then recognised the word mafia. It was enough to distract her from the fact that he had shortened her name without her permission. She could shoot him in the foot for that later if the need arose. Her eyes widened and she scowled at him. There was no way that this complete and utter toolbag was part of any kind of organised grouping of mafia no matter [i]what[/i] and she doubted that there was any functioning mafias left in this world for him to even assume it was this. She had no idea what he was smoking but he better run out fast or he was going to be toast.

	Finding a nearby small stone, Svetlana chucked it at Ed to get his attention away from what was most likely a delusion brought on by hitting his head in the car when the wheels blew out. She then noticed Ed giving Amelia a small, well worn book and she just stared at the two of them incredulously. Why was she sticking around here again?
[hr][hider=Translations]solominkoy, kotoraya slomala verblyudov nazad = Straw that broke the camel's back
Beda nikogda ne prikhodit odna! = It never rains but it pours!
YA klyanus', chto yesli by my byli odni ? Tvoy mozg ... = I swear that if we were alone? Your brain... 
zabryzgali cherez dorogu = splattered across the road!
Chto ne tak s toboy?! = What is wrong with you?!
me da asco = you make me sick[/hider]