[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]https://38.media.tumblr.com/57a49d5a1a50c3130d50f4b952295185/tumblr_naaxwpxJvr1rjtijmo2_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=00ff00]Location[/color][/b]: Building F (The Newnans' House) ---> Building One (Medical)[/center][hr][hr]	[color=00ff00]"No problem,"[/color] Jack reassured Tatiana, flashing her an award winning smile. Even if Froggy didn't have anything for Tatiana specifically, he'd feel better knowing that the resident medical expert was aware of Tatiana's morning sickness. He wanted nothing more than to protect his family - the little family of two that was about to become three - but he didn't have the medical knowledge needed to do that without help. Of course, as Tatiana got up and hobbled into the bedroom, Jack was never more than an arm's length away. He would've preferred carrying her, given her condition, but he knew how stubborn Tatiana could be. 

	[color=00ff00]"Rest,"[/color] Jack agreed. Seeing Tatiana attempt to get herself situated, Jack insisted on tucking his wife in. He tried to make it as comfy for her as possible, even trying to fluff his pillow so that way she could use it if she wanted, before he finally stopped fussing over her. [color=00ff00]"I'll be back soon, solovey,"[/color] Jack said, kissing Tatiana gently on the forehead before heading out. 

	The walk over was relatively pleasant, with Jack a bit unaware that he was bottling up his emotions once more just after talking with Tatiana. He was compartmentalizing everything, not allowing himself to grieve for his friends or express his fear for his loved ones. Instead, Jack focused entirely on the task at hand. Reaching the main building, he opened the door and headed inside, about to go to the infirmary door when he heard something strange. 

	When the door closed, it echoed like the sound of a cell closing. It was a noise he was familiar with down at the precinct. He had done his rotation through there, just like every other cop, before he was promoted up to vice. And even then, there were occasions where he still had to go down to lock-up before the prisoners were transferred to prison. Turning around to get an idea of what was going on, his breath caught in his throat. Everywhere he turned, there were bars. They had formed a cage around him. 

	Jack reached out to touch the bars of the cage. To his horror, he could feel the cool metal underneath his touch. He could still see the rest of the room, filled with the tributes to the dead, but no matter where he looked, he couldn't seem to find a way out of the cage. His entire body was shaking like a leaf as pushed up against the bars, attempting to force the cage open. But it wasn't working. Instead, the bars just kept appearing, with Jack able to see less and less. 

	Pulling out his radio, Jack could barely hold down on the buttons long enough to get a message out. [color=00ff00]"Somebody...Somebody get down to medical. Bring bolt cutahs. Quickly,"[/color] Jack said, feeling more and more faint by the second. He let the walkie fall from his hand before he tried pushing on the bars again, but it was still useless. The bars had formed solid walls at this point. He couldn't see out. He was trapped inside an enclosed space, unaware of his surroundings - two of his greatest fears. 

	[color=00ff00]"SOMEBODY HELP!"[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]https://thumbs.gfycat.com/InformalDemandingAmericanbittern-max-1mb.gif[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Meeting (Three-way intersection near the Hershall Norred Water Plant)[/center][hr][hr]	[color=#23D5B7]"We should ask if she knows Jack too, with that accent,"[/color] Beatrice commented dryly to Ryan. She already knew four people from Newnan. At this point, knowing more wouldn't have surprised her all too much. Everything around them did seem to be getting more and more insane as well, with the tank and Gavin just strolling up. She shook her head in response to Ryan. It didn't make sense why the Texan was still alive. She imagined the case was the same for the girl in the tank. 

	[color=#23D5B7]"Nah, you can have them. I'm not interested in off-brand herpes. I prefer the West Coast variety,"[/color] Beatrice replied. Truthfully, she didn't have any romantic interest in anyone currently there with her. She never had been a romantic person, preferring one night stands. Use them, abuse them, and lose them. It tended to be her philosophy when it came to those more intimate matters. Turning her head as she heard an approaching vehicle, she expected it to be the bad sort of company: Eden. She figured Gavin and James would be thrilled: they'd get to commit suicide fighting Eden sooner than expected.

	Instead, it was the Hoardbuster. As two Newnan members left, Beatrice raised a bit of an eyebrow. Had they already changed their mind about exiling James? They couldn't have been gone longer than a few hours and here Ash was - the man who cast James out of Newnan. The day really was just trying its hardest to get stranger and stranger. 

	[color=#23D5B7]"Ashton. Long time no see,"[/color] Beatrice greeted. [color=#23D5B7]"As for whether they're friends...Well, one of them knows a few of our dead."[/color]