[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Thana Martin[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/a32395e038a138b75f029902bcc93962/tumblr_inline_mp2rjltm7S1qz4rgp.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The Truck
[b]Skills: N/A[/b][/center][hr] 
	Thana threw the truck into park and glanced around. It seemed that they weren't drawing any attention as far as Walkers in the area were concerned, so that was good. They had a minute or two. Looking down the roads and up the on ramp she sat there for a moment in silence. Thana wasn't a navigator by any stretch of the imagination nor did she had a vast skill set when it came to roads and routes of Georgia. Yet she had been born in the state. Being born and raised in Ga, you knew of 4 main highways. The loop: 285 around Atlanta. 75: which ran from Florida into Tennessee - everyone eventually got on it to either go to the mountains or to the peach on vacation. I20: which took all the fans out to Athens to see the bulldogs. Last but not least was 85: Which ran from Bama to Atlanta and then some. People took it when they were leaving a Bama game to go back home or from Atlanta to Columbus to hit back roads back down to Albany. 

	[color=0072bc]"Check the map. Find Newnan, this has got to be 85,"[/color] Thana finally said after a bit of common sense reasoning. [color=0072bc]"Because if that is 75 or 20, we found some wormhole..."[/color] she followed up as she pulled her cap off and ran her fingers through her hair. Slipping it back into place she glanced over towards Thalia. 

	[color=0072bc]"Those Bama folks are nuts when it comes to football... I will never understand how they could be so behind a place where they are known as the Crimson Tide... I mean... Brapalorch... Yuck..."[/color] Thana said in passing before looking back around to make sure no walkers were getting close to the truck. They were still okay for now. She hoped Ash was doing okay, she was even a little worried about Gavin. Yet she didn't let herself think on it long. She was setting in her mind that when push came to shove and this day was done, she probably wouldn't see either of them ever again. 
	
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Gavin[/color] & [color=598527]Lola[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a0340758-d589-4044-bfb7-0078536bb5ad.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The Tank
[b]Skills:[/b] Tank Operations (Lola)[/center][hr]
	Gavin sat there and pulled his hands from his face. [color=f26522]"Yes Ma'am Auntie,"[/color] he said as he let his hands drop back over his knees. He found himself staring off and centering in on a single rivet across from him on the wall of the tank. This was how he always got before he knew someone was going down. Being a Ranger there were plenty of times when he had to be on a stake out, or in a shootout, or have been on a stake out and ended up in a shootout. Sometimes you just knew shit was going down. This time Gavin was the one starting shit. No, he was finishing it. 

	[color=f26522]"Yeah, Is believe in God. Just don't claim to be understandin' him. There be a heaven and a hell. Hell to punish the fuckers who hads it good on earth that shouldn't have. Heaven to reward the ones that had a shit show down here and still stayed good."[/color] Gavin had been raised in the south. He was a good ol' southern boy, with good ol southern values. You either shot it, stuffed it, or married it. Needless to say he did a lot of shooting and stuffing. Gun toting Jesus loving Country Boy. He might not have carried a bible on him but it was easy enough to see the gold cross that hung from a chain on his chest. [color=f26522]"Like I be sayin' I ain't aiming for either, just wantin' to give God a few folks to sort out."[/color]

	Now during all this Lola wasn't paying a bit of attention. Well she was, she heard what they were saying but she wasn't interested. All she did manage to acknowledge between the other two talking in her tank was the Mad Max references. [color=598527]"Break a deal, face the wheel!"[/color] she chirped as she bounced in her seat and turned down another road. She would bounce in her chair, humming to herself. At least she wasn't singing currently, the humming was far less annoying. How in the hell Thalia put up with her was beyond anyones guess. Lola had to be the type that was placed on Ritalin back in the day. She wasn't, her parents didn't believe in meds. She probably could have used it though. Several had joked in the past she must have had a personal straitjacket with her name bejeweled on it. 

	Laughing, she kept driving, heading towards Peachtree city. She didn't seem to care that she was running over numerous deadies as she went. Hell she seemed to be making a game out of it to pass the time. Every so often she would call out. [color=598527]"Oh ball cap stayed on, that's two-hundred points,"[/color] or [color=598527]"Wack a Dead!"[/color] as she turned the cannon of her tank to catch one and knock its head off. At least things were never boring with Lola around. She turned everything into a game. [color=598527]"Anyone got a bat and want to go play Mailbox baseball with those Face eaters from my recliner uptop?"[/color] she asked with a giggle as she lit up a cigarette and took a long pull from it.