[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]: Outside Building One (Medical)[/center][hr][hr]	Jack jumped a bit as he heard a familiar voice in his ear. His heart stopped--not from joy certainly, but from fear. That was Dick's voice, but Dick was dead. His body had been taken care of and it couldn't rise. Even if it did, walkers weren't capable of speech like that. There was only one logical conclusion, one that brought fear to Jack: he had started to lose it. He was going insane. He couldn't be a father to his child if he heard voices. He didn't want to be like his own father. He wanted to be better.

	And what about Tatiana? His wife was the therapist for Newnan. If this started to spiral out of control, what if he hurt her? What if he put her and their child in danger? The panic and fear completely overwhelmed Jack. He had a tendency to overreact to things and now his mind was telling him everything that could possibly go wrong. Would he get to see his child's first steps? Hear their first word? Teach them to ride a bike and to shoot a gun? 

	[color=00ff00]"I...I...,"[/color] Jack started, but he wasn't even sure how to finish that sentence. He knew that he had to tell Tatiana what had happened. He couldn't put her in jeopardy if he was a danger to others. But at the same time, he was convinced that it would break Tatiana's heart. Things had been tough but...Jack hadn't realized his mental health had become [i]this[/i] bad. [color=00ff00]"I need to see my wife."[/color]

	Where would Tatiana be? The Mess Hall was his first thought. She was pushing herself too hard most likely, probably keeping an eye out on everyone else in Newnan. He had to tell her that he had heard Dick's voice. She'd know what to do. He just hoped that he wasn't too far gone, that everything would be alright...That his life hadn't ended right after it had finally begun. [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]: Near 545 Corinth Rd, Newnan: In the woods. (Not far from the Coweta County Water Authority)[/center][hr][hr]	Beatrice was impressed, to say the least. She was surprised that Newnan would've been able to assemble a 'back-up' of this size. Just by taking in the houseboat and its supplies, she felt their chances of survival go up. With replenished stores and James' truck, they'd be able to last longer than they otherwise could have. It helped that things were heating up as well--shelter from the cold would no longer be a priority. However, it also meant that walkers would be active again. 

	Gavin was acting like a puppy, but it seemed to be normal for him. Beatrice crossed her arms as she took in the surrounding area, noticing the way Ryan seemed upset as he stalked off and lit up. Of course, that was [i]nothing[/i] compared to the studded bat that was swung at Ryan's head. Beatrice's eyes widened as she grabbed her pistol, only to notice that a dead woman had jumped out of the back of the truck. 

	[color=#23D5B7][i]Bryn?[/i][/color] For a moment, Beatrice considered whether it had been some sort of elaborate cover-up. Perhaps Bryn had faked her death in order to...in order to what? No, that was ridiculous. Beatrice may not have seen the body, but she knew for a fact no one else had been in that truck. The only explanation was that either ghosts were real (which given the walkers honestly wasn't [i]that[/i] crazy...) or that she had gone insane. 

	Beatrice smirked slightly. It was a disturbing thought that she had started to lose her mind, but something had to kill her eventually. She had already left the relative safety of Newnan, though nowhere really was safe in this world. Maybe this was a sign--she'd just go more and more insane until she wouldn't even realize she was dead until it was too late. She was a survivor--but even survivors had to die eventually. Insanity wasn't the worst way to die--it was in the top ten, at least. 

	[color=#23D5B7]"Seen what, James?"[/color] Beatrice asked, turning her attention back to him. Her tone was level and steady. Unless someone had caught the brief glimpse of alarm, there would have been no indication that Beatrice had just seen a dead woman attempt to kill Ryan. She couldn't help but feel this was going to be interesting. And since Bryn never talked, it wasn't even like she was hearing voices.[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe[/color] & [color=00ccff]Ravi[/color][/h1][img]https://s26.postimg.org/h9j0x6jah/cravi.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location[/b]: Building One (Medical)[/center][hr][hr]	Chloe pulled out all of the medical texts she could find and spread them all out on the floor. She was good at organizing things and enjoyed it. It had been one of the perks of prison--people there could value an organized living space. It was required to maintain them, after all. And if there was anyone who could stash away contraband without needing to use a messy space to disguise it, it was Chloe. Drugs weren't easy to come by in a women's prison. You had to perform...favors...to get them, and she wasn't about to let that be for nothing. 

	With all of the texts spread out, Chloe started to organize them by topical area. She was a fan of the Library of Congress system--everything that was related to each other being in one place. Once they were all in topical areas, then she could organize them alphabetically. It made the most sense to her mind and it was a welcome distraction. She didn't want to think about Ryan's rotting corpse walking around outside of Newnan's walls. His necklace felt heavy on her neck. 

	Downstairs, Ravi looked wearily towards Miss Sally. [color=00ccff]"I am--was--a medical examiner. This sort of thing--it's what I'm trained for. Dealing with people once they're gone."[/color] Of course, embalming was typically handled by the funeral home, but Ravi knew how it worked. Studying medicine, anatomy, and pathology ended up teaching him the process. And besides, he had performed some autopsies on embalmed bodies. It wasn't ideal and it made toxicology practically impossible, but it could be done. 

	[color=00ccff]"Allow me to do it...or at least to assist you,"[/color] Ravi requested. This was something he felt strongly that it wasn't appropriate for loved ones to have to do. Yet Froggy had been the one to put the knife in Miss Sally's brain. Perhaps he'd feel he owed it to her. And in that case, he'd like to at least help Froggy through the process.