[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/fc919d328046efa51637b4919940e914/tumblr_inline_nuo4kow2ON1qlt39u_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=00ff00]Location[/color][/b]: Building F (The Newnans' House)[/center][hr]	Sleeping with Tatiana in his arms always did wonder for Jack's mood. With her there and his eyes closed, the universe never felt more beautiful. All of the horrors of the world would vanish from his mind, with his thoughts entirely consumed by her. It had been a miracle when he ran into her in Georgia. And as his eyes fluttered open that morning, noticing that Tatiana had already left the bed, his thoughts flickered back towards her news from the night before. 

	[color=00ff00]"Bazhooli Newnan..."[/color] Jack whispered to himself, before shaking his head. [color=00ff00]"James Newnan...Uh...Davina Newnan...Sally Newnan..."[/color] He tilted his head slightly and nodded a bit, still impressed and stunned by the news. And perhaps, if he was honest, a little terrified by it. 

	Did Newnan even [i]have[/i] parenting classes? He didn't know the slightest thing about infant care. He'd need to make a list of questions and take them to either Sally or Froggy, or maybe to be extra prepared, both of them. Would they need to get a birth certificate issued? He shook his head slightly, only to throw himself off of the bed and onto the ground as he heard the gunshot. 

	[color=00ff00]"God damnit,"[/color] Jack swore. It was their honeymoon and the wedding had gone so well. Maybe it was the universe trying to get them back to reality and away from cloud nine, but his blood ran cold as he heard Tatiana scream his name. He didn't even bother getting changed, dressed in just a t-shirt and boxers, as he dashed in a crouch towards the sound of Tatiana's voice. 

	[color=00ff00]"Tati?!"[/color] Jack called out, as he skidded into the living room, having heard Tatiana's voice come from the living room-kitchen area. His heart sped up as he spotted the trail of blood she had left, instantly assuming the worst--that his wife had been [i]shot[/i] while he was asleep. 

	[color=00ff00]"Come here, you're bleedin',"[/color] Jack beckoned, grabbing a pillow from the couch, prepared to prop his wife up, get pressure on the wound, and then run like all get out for Froggy. And take care of whoever hurt his wife. It hadn't occurred to him that Tatiana's injury could have been just an accident. He kept an eye towards the kitchen, ready to jump up and punch whatever son of a bitch, if any, emerged. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/e5d5fcaf9fbbd5644bd6848807e79e4c/tumblr_mus6alGv8a1rhs5nco4_r1_250.gif[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: Franklin Addition Building C3 (Beatrice's Apartment)[/center][hr][hr]	Beatrice had been in the process of getting dressed, pulling on her gloves, as she jumped slightly, startled by the sound of gunfire. Shots coming from the wall itself were fairly common and growing up, she hadn't been a stranger to shootings. Bullets had been normal then as well. She frowned, trying to determine where the noise had originated from. She couldn't be certain, but it didn't sound like it came from the wall. 

	She glanced around the room for a moment, mulling over what to do. If there was an issue, security would handle it. But Beatrice wasn't the most trusting individual. The day she had arrived to Newnan, there had been a mess, a mess that she figured must have gotten the attention of every walker in the state. She couldn't help but hope that today wouldn't turn out to be a similar mess.

	She smirked slightly to herself. It was still a better day, in her book, than the one before. No romance in the air, no weddings about to happen, and no forced social interactions. Finally making up her mind, she crouched on the floor of her room, watching the door from her vantage point. If the shot had indeed come from within the walls, she didn't intend on being a casualty in the next round of fire. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/24549866ed143be11dbfc570a7ff8e12/tumblr_inline_nl7kc4WNy21rpdlxb.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Building B (Rejects House)[/center][hr][hr]	For the only female resident in the Rejects R' Us House, sleep had not been easy to achieve last night. Her sleep itself was restless, as she tossed and turned, her mind plagued with dreams and nightmares nonstop. In short, her rest was anything but restful. Before the sun had risen, her sleep cycle had calmed down slightly, but she found herself in the throws of a reoccurring nightmare. 

	In the dream, the shade provided by buildings spared her from the merciless heat of the sun. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, and somehow, she knew it was from one of her old classmates in Grimm contacting her. And while she tried to reach for the phone, she instead found herself thrown to the ground, hitting the pavement hard. She skinned her shoulder in the process, but she didn't feel the pain. 

	The sound of tires screeching came next, as Chloe looked up into the face of an addict, a skinny blonde who had knocked her down. While she recognized him, she couldn't recall who he was. [i][color=ff6600]"Who are you?"[/color][/i] she tried to ask, but her lips wouldn't move. The sound of the tires ceased for a moment, followed with a blossoming bullet hole in the drug addict's head. Chloe couldn't scream and couldn't move, as she heard the sound of continued gunfire, somehow knowing that this bullet wouldn't miss her.

	But as she heard the shot in reality, Chloe jolted awake, her hand instinctively reaching for something to defend herself with. It took her a moment to process Ryan kneeling in her bedroom. With the fear on his face and having been awoken by a gunshot, Chloe hesitated for a moment, before confirming to herself that was, indeed, fine. 

	[color=ff6600]"I'm fine, I'm fine,"[/color] Chloe reassured him as she moved from the bed to the floor. [color=ff6600]"What the fuck is going on out there? Are we under attack?"[/color] She bit her lip slightly, her eyes widening slightly. It was emotional and irrational, but for a moment, she couldn't help but fear that Riley was out there. She had to mentally reassure herself that Riley wasn't even on duty yet, and that if all went well with Amelia last night, her sister would be getting some much needed sleep at the moment. 

	[color=ff6600]"Fucking hate Tuesdays..."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Ravi Chakrabarti[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/f955c18e469843105dea0353ca9e8463/tumblr_inline_o9rxefr8wy1txmes7_250.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Building 3D (Gavi's General Housing)[/center][hr][hr]	While Ravi did quite enjoy sleeping in, he couldn't help but feel dismayed as he opened his eyes to find that his best mate, Gavin, had left already. Rubbing his eyes with his hands, he cursed under his breath. He had hoped that Gavin would change his mind and stick around Newnan, but the man thought with his heart, not with his head. As far as Ravi knew, he was already halfway to Peachtree City by now--or at least, halfway in a direction towards what he [i]hoped[/i] was Peachtree City. 

	When Ravi heard the shot go off, he rubbed his eyes and sighed, figuring that Gavin had been the one responsible for the shot, one way or another. [color=00ccff]"Bloody hell,"[/color] Ravi muttered, forcing himself to crawl out from underneath the sheets and start to move about. The best case scenario, he figured, was that Gavin had challenged someone to a duel. It seemed like something Americans would do. 

	The worst case scenario, of course, was [i]also[/i] that Gavin had challenged someone to a duel and had his request accepted. 

	The Englishman hurried to get himself dressed as best as he could, doing a bit of a hop-dance as he changed into his pants. He nearly stumbled in the process but managed to get dressed, grooming his beard quickly with his hands, in order to look presentable. Letting out a sigh, Ravi just hoped that Gavin hadn't gotten himself into too much trouble just yet. 

	He didn't really fancy the idea of having to stitch his friend up this early in the morning.