[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/f69e7cf2a43d8d29a3bad72ae2d4ae0e/tumblr_inline_nuo447g8fk1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 1, Infirmary[/center][hr][hr]After moving Ray into the OR with Ash's help, Jack had been set on the task of pulling items from the dead and cataloguing them. The morbid task reminded him of the way they'd sort evidence after a bust, bagging and tagging them to be moved into storage later on. Most of the items he found had been general, things that people kept on them during the apocalypse. Others had been a little odder. He found a Sci-Fi movie on the body of one girl, but looking through Bazhooli's belongings had been the worst. 

He had glimpsed his cat a few times in the hours to come. The little orange rascal seemed to have known what happened, saving Jack from figuring out how the hell he was supposed to tell a [i]cat[/i] that its master died. He recalled that Ash had invited him for a drink later, but once he finished with his tasks, he wanted nothing more than to find Tatiana and keep her within his sight. The newer newcomers had been set up in the Mess Hall. Froggy, the kind doctor they had met what seemed an eternity ago that day, had asked for Tatiana to stay in the infirmary longer that night. 

While he wasn't technically certain if he was [i]supposed[/i] to be bothering his fiancée, he figured that his solovey wouldn't mind his company that night. [color=00ff00]"Solovey, mind if I stick around?"[/color] Jack asked with a goofy grin, as soon as he had found her inside of the infirmary. He didn't want to think about Bazhooli if he could help it. Better to focus on the living. [color=00ff00]"I can teach you to speak Boston,"[/color] he offered, as if that was an incredibly enticing skill to learn. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice[/color] and [color=ff6600]Chloe[/color][/h1][img]https://s27.postimg.org/zczbiynz7/www_GIFCreator_me_GQne_L7.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 2, Mess Hall[/center][hr][hr]Each time a new person walked inside of the mess hall, Chloe's hopes raised. She expected Riley to come in through one of those doors, loud as ever, and faint at the sight of her sister. But it never was her. No one else kept inside of the Mess Hall to be interviewed seemed to have seen her sister. From what Chloe could tell, Riley just wasn't here. The settlement seemed to be the safest place in the apocalypse, and Chloe was torn. Should she stay? Or should she go keep on searching for Riley and leave the settlement behind? 

She couldn't think of a good answer for that. Sighing a bit, Chloe folded her hands and propped her head on them. It had been years since she had a decent hit of [i]anything[/i], but old habits die hard. She was craving something to make her forget about all of her problems, and deer meat didn't have any hallucinogenic effects. Biting down hard on her lip, Chloe hoped that the feelings would pass soon enough. 

Beatrice, meanwhile, had been keeping to herself, nibbling away at the food. Miss Sally had been kind enough to give her something to eat, acting like the stern Southern grandma she never had. She reminded her of a few foster parents she had growing up, and she noticed the ginger in the corner. Having grown up in Justice, it didn't take her too long to recognize an addict when she saw one. Drumming her fingers on the table, she couldn't help but note the irony. She'd really never set foot in a church before, and now, she had to stay here until the head honcho came around to verify she wasn't a murderer. 

The mention of housing assignments, though, that perked her interest...This little colony seemed to have all the perks. And explosions.