[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]https://s16.postimg.org/gjthyfpv9/image.png[/img][hr][color=00ff00][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Rec Center (Building 7)[/center][hr][hr]Jack shook his head. He had been racking his brains trying to think of what Tatiana had to run off to get, but he honestly was drawing a blank. He figured it wasn't a wedding present--and if it was, he'd need to run off real quick and grab hers. He had kept it safe, intending to give it to her after the wedding. Wedding dresses didn't quite have pockets and he didn't want her to have to lug it around. 

[color=00ff00]"A dynasty?"[/color] Jack chuckled. He had thought every now and then about starting a family with Tatiana, but the dangers always seemed too big. This world was filled with death and destruction, even if there were moments of happiness. He couldn't justify to himself bringing a child into it. All that child would know would be the world of Newnan, a world filled with horrors and nightmares. That wasn't a place for a kid. 

He felt a bit shocked at Thana's remark about her sister, Zoie. The woman seemed incredibly kind to him when he first arrived to Newnan, but all families had their drama. There was a reason he lived with his mother and never really got to know his father. He figured that Thana would have her reasons as well. Nodding at Ash's request to give Thana some breathing room, Jack remained where he was, perking up vastly as he spotted Tatiana coming over. He noticed one of the security team go over and whisper to Ash, and while he was the security lead, he couldn't help but be distracted by his wife. 

[color=00ff00]"Everythin' okay, solovey?"[/color] Jack asked, once Tatiana had made her way over. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]https://s23.postimg.org/t4mnxqxsr/Screen_Shot_2017-03-30_at_1.31.58_PM.png[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Rec Center (Building 7)[/center][hr][hr]With the kiss on the forehead and the backrub shared between Ray and Tiffany, Beatrice felt a little bit like puking. Beyond Tiffany, her only friends in Newnan were James and Ryan. The latter was another hopelessly in love fuck, and with James busy serving food, hanging with Ray and Tiffany was her only real option. Still, that didn't mean she didn't try to look away as they did couple things, in her best attempt to not be rude to her friend. But it was a struggle to keep her face expressionless. 

[color=#23D5B7]"How can Tatiana steal the show?"[/color] Beatrice asked, arching an eyebrow. [color=#23D5B7]"You said it yourself. This entire shit fest is about the bride from the very start."[/color] But as to whether it was a nice distraction...She'd need some alcohol in her system to be able to agree with Tiffany on that matter. The sooner the wedding was over, the better. And then, everything would go back to what could pass for normal in Newnan. 

[color=#23D5B7]"Still surviving, not much is new, really,"[/color] Beatrice responded to Ray. [color=#23D5B7]"Yourself?"[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]https://s30.postimg.org/d8q17npox/Chloe_wedding_hair.jpg[/img][hr][color=ff6600][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Rec Center (Building 7)[/center][hr][hr]Chloe smiled slightly, waving back at her sister. She seemed to be really happy over there with Amelia, to the extent that Chloe wouldn't be surprised if the two of them ended up asking to be reassigned housing together by the end of the month. She took another sip of the drink, enjoying the subtle burn of the alcohol as it slid down her throat. It was tempting to chug it all at once, to take as many drinks as they'd let her, until she blacked out. But closing her hand slightly, her nails digging in once more, she reminded herself of how far she'd come. She didn't beat one addiction just to pick up another. 

Accepting the plate from Ryan, Chloe paused for a moment. She had already let the man kiss her hair and drape his arm around her today. Anything more, Chloe figured, and the man would definitely get the wrong idea. Taking another sip of her drink--more of a gulp this time, as to buy herself extra time to answer--she wondered if talking to the resident therapist about what to do with the Irishman might be a good plan for the next day. [color=ff6600]"As long as it doesn't mean shit, okay?"[/color] Chloe stipulated. [color=ff6600]"We've talked about this, remember...?"[/color] 

More and more people were coming over to get some meat, and on balance, Chloe didn't really enjoy the company of any of them. Bryn gave her the creeps, Sana only repeated the same warning about Riley, Froggy judged her for a habit she kicked fucking four years ago, and then from what she could tell, the Captain and his date were making their way over as well. All in all, as soon as James finished up serving the meat to Ryan and her, she had plans to find a spot in the corner where she could shut out reality. 

[color=ff6600]"You'd rather she call you a prag?"[/color] Chloe snickered slightly, her move swinging back to something more positive as Sana insulted Irish. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Ravi Chakrabarti[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/d4cf70b5fd4a3091abf964ab5ff8e04c/tumblr_inline_o9rwj6yqZ91txmes7_500.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Four miles west of Newnan, in the snow. [/center][hr][hr]Ravi shook his head slightly, wondering why he even bothered to try to get Gavin to quiet down. The walkers were slower in the snow at any rate, and the man seemed to be more than capable of handling them. As Gavin switched into the British anthem, Ravi faked bliss washing over his face, as he waved his hands up and down in the air, like conducting a band. [color=00ccff]"I'll make a proper tory out of you yet, mate,"[/color] Ravi joked, fixing his beard as more bits of snow got caught in it. 

But as the walker appeared, Ravi's heart skipped a beat. It was female, and as Gavin drove the knife through its brain, bellowing the anthem all the same, Ravi had to force a chuckle. His blood felt like it was running cold, and he couldn't help but stare as the walker dropped to the ground, dead. Logically, he knew that his best friend, Liv, was long since dead. Logically, he knew that there was nothing he could have done to help her, no possibility of a cure to administer. 

Yet an immense feeling of guilt washed over him all the same. He had sworn to first do no harm--he had made a vow as a doctor. And those walkers, to Ravi, he felt like he betrayed them, each time he watched them die. There was brain activity, there was life--but even then, Ravi couldn't fool himself. There was no coming back from that level of death, from the infection that spread so rapidly and so mercilessly. He would have to kill a walker again. He would have to overcome that guilt. 

But that didn't make him feel any less inhumane and merciless, any less like the walkers who killed for the sake of survival, who killed for the sake of killing. He [i]hated[/i] to give up on people. But at the end of the day, Ravi was British. Stiff upper lip and all. And so, plastering a grin on his face, he joined Gavin in on the musical onslaught. 

[color=00ccff]"God save our gracious Queen! Long live our noble Queen!"[/color]