[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][center][b][color=00ff00]Location[/color][/b]: Building 1 (Infirmary) ---> Headed South Towards Inner Gate[/center][hr][hr]	Jack returned Tatiana's squeeze, brushing a bit of hair out of Tatiana's face with his other hand, before returning it to a near death grip on the handles of the wheelchair. He didn't want to lose his wife and see her wheelchair roll comically away from him, like in some sort of cartoon that came on Saturday mornings. But he also didn't want to lose Tatiana [i]period.[/i] James was about to be lost, as soon as he left the gates of Newnan. He might last a week, two months, or eighteen years and they wouldn't know the difference. He would be gone.

	Jack saw the others heading towards the gate to say farewell and he grimaced. There wasn't an outpouring of people mourning Dick, but there were plenty here to say goodbye to the man who murdered him. James' exile made sense for the experiment of Newnan, for the survival of the settlement, but Jack couldn't help but wish it wasn't needed. He wished it could've been solved by James shoveling pig shit for a year. There were so many people whose lives had been made a little better by the redneck. So many people who could do no more than tell him goodbye before he left the walls. 

	[color=00ff00]"You holdin' up okay, solovey?"[/color] Jack asked, continuing to push his wife's wheelchair and take her to the wall, in order to meet with James. [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) ---> Outside Building 6 (the Armory)[/center][hr][hr]	Beatrice finished consolidating her belongings and supplies into the olive green bag she had entered Newnan with, wondering for a moment whether or not they'd let her keep the knife. It'd be strange as well not to have a bow with her, after learning how to use one over the past nine months or so. But at the same time, it'd also feel great to have her gun back in her hand. She hadn't been lucky enough to be made a lead, meaning that it had been ages since she carried a gun freely. 

	Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Beatrice left her apartment, leaving it unlocked. It'd be easier for domestic to go through it later, Beatrice figured. The armory was relatively close by, just requiring a walk out of the Franklin addition and then on over. It always amused Beatrice slightly that she had been stuck in the Franklin area, despite never being affiliated with Franklin at all. She had come in by herself, allowed into Newnan by James. 

	By the time she made it to the armory, she spotted Jim and Ryan in the truck. She would've preferred going to Guy for this, but with Jim right there she didn't see a reason to ask someone else. [color=#23D5B7]"Hey!"[/color] Beatrice shouted, in order to get Jim's attention. [color=#23D5B7]"I'm leaving Newnan. Can I get my things and the royal escort out?"[/color] She hoped that he had heard her. She really didn't feel like tracking down someone else to get her things with.

	Though it was interesting to see Ryan with him in the truck. Maybe she wasn't the only one making a stupid decision that day. It seemed to be the overall theme, so far--with Sana killing herself, James killing Richard, and now people leaving the safety of Newnan. 
[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 2 (Mess Hall) ---> Headed South Towards Inner Gate[/center][hr][hr]	Chloe shook her head. [color=ff6600]"Nah. I'll fight my own battles when I'm ready,"[/color] Chloe replied. She knew that Riley meant well, but she hardly saw how it would help to have her sister go and tell Froggy that Chloe was ready for more responsibility. If she was going to argue with Froggy, she didn't want to do it via a proxy. She'd have that confrontation eventually...but not anytime soon. She'd be much more willing to start therapy sessions with Tatiana and that idea still scared the hell out of her. 

	[color=ff6600]"Yeah, shame I wasn't bi,"[/color] Chloe chuckled. [color=ff6600]"Could you imagine Mom and Dad's face if I brought [i]Ryan O'Reily[/i] home for Thanksgiving dinner?"[/color] Though it was starting to get a little odd, Irish's absence from the mess hall. She figured she'd question him about it later, once this entire mess had blown over. Tensions and emotions were too high. 

	Chloe paused for a moment at Amelia's resignation. There [i]was[/i] something that she could give to James. Prison mates did it on occasion, giving a lock of their hair to another inmate. It was more sentimental than a PopTart from commissary, but most preferred the PopTart anyways. But of course, she figured that suggesting it to Amelia might be a little bit weird. It was more something lovers had done for each other than anyone else. [color=ff6600]"I think he'll be happy to know that you came,"[/color] Chloe said finally, trying her best to give the ginger a bit of comfort. 

	But it was true: they did need to get a bit of a move on. Chloe got up from the table and left the mess hall, assuming that Riley and Amelia were coming along with her. When she left the building, she noticed that others seemed to be headed to the gate as well to say goodbye to James. Some were milling around as well. She bit her lip slightly. How long would James last outside of these walls? But he had murdered her friend. And Chloe knew as well as anyone else--the law was rarely merciful and hardly ever kind. Even now.

	[color=ff6600]"Do you think anyone's going with him?"[/color] Chloe asked Riley and Amelia. 
[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 E2 (Miss Sally's Apartment) ---> Headed South Towards Inner Gate[/center][hr][hr]	Ravi took a final swallow of his tea as Miss Sally emerged from the bathroom, looking like a gran dressed and ready for the day. He smiled a bit as he set his own cup down, missing the words muttered under her breath. The entire situation was bleak and it was clear that Ravi's own grin had been forced. His best friend and hetero life mate was planning to head off into certain doom, with hardly any backup. It would've been a great action film and that only served to worry Ravi more. All of them had been lucky to be alive this long, to make it four years in this hellish world, but that didn't mean their luck would last forever. 

	[color=00ccff]"Perhaps the Crown should take this land back,"[/color] Ravi chuckled, taking Miss Sally's arm. Georgia once was a British colony, after all. He remembered teasing Major one on occasion that had the colonies never rebelled, perhaps this entire situation never would have happened. The British would've stopped it in time, after all. Stiff upper lip and everything. But that was all just jokes--nothing could've averted this plague.

	Once they were outside of Miss Sally's abode and the woman had locked up, Ravi looked at her uneasily. He wanted to believe that her warnings would stop Gavin, but he figured they would only encourage him even more. Had he not been the sort to speak his mind bluntly, he perhaps wouldn't have said what he did next. [color=00ccff]"Miss Sally...Is there any chance that Newnan could send others with Gavin to fight Peachtree City? They've done such horrible acts, crimes against humanity...They need to be stopped."[/color] Ravi paused. [color=00ccff]"Gavin won't let me come with him to help, the stupid bastard. But...maybe he'd allow people from Newnan to come with him."[/color]