[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6ukqr4XHa1rq8a7p.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=23D5B7]Location:[/color][/b] in a TANK
[b][color=23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] Tank Gunner Amateur[/center][hr]	Beatrice couldn't help but be a little startled as Lola suddenly sprung into gear, moving the tank from their position. It was one thing to take aim at a target with everything calm - another to adjust for the slight movement and get that shot off once the chaos had already started. Beatrice shut her eyes for a moment and took a focusing breath, adapting rapidly to the new surroundings by the time Lola told her to shoot. With almost perfect clarity of mind, Beatrice fired off the first shot. 

	[color=23D5B7]"Payload delivered,"[/color] Beatrice replied, a hint of almost childlike excitement in her voice. The shot hadn't been perfect by any means, hitting a little low and to the left. But for someone who had never seen a tank shell in real life before, it was extraordinary watching it hit the gate. She was grinning as she reminded herself of the procedure for loading that Lola had shown her -  load the shell, point first, and then close the hatch. Simple. And as much as she wanted to watch the destruction she had just unleashed on Eden, she got to work on reloading. They'd need another shot to go off soon, she imagined. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s14.postimg.org/kqtlh1sip/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=00ff00]Location:[/color][/b] Walking Towards Arnco Mills
[b][color=00ff00]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival[/center][hr]	[color=00ff00]"R-right, sorry 'bout that,"[/color] Jack apologized, awkwardly making his way off of Tiffany and the walker. There was one bright side to this - they both smelled a little more like death and decay. If they were lucky, that might actually help to put some walkers off their scent. He doubted they were anywhere near enough death stench to be effective - but still, a man can hope. He took a quick moment to assess their current situation. None of the buildings nearby looked like they'd be a good place to hole up for the night. Either there were too many walkers, the buildings looked terrible, or some combination of the two. 	

	[color=00ff00]"Don't think we'll find any sheltah here,"[/color] Jack said, before offering a hand to help Tiffany up. His last estimate had said they didn't have the time to make any stops at all if they were to make it to Arnco Mills by nightfall - and that was assuming they could get a car. Their best bet now, as far as he was aware, was to get in a car and put as much distance between them and Newnan as was humanly possible - and find somewhere to take shelter on the way. Plus, with the way Tiffany was tired, having a means of transportation that only required one of them to be alert and focused would help. He had been the man of the house growing up and he was fine to fill that roll now as well. Gender stereotypes could be fulfilled for a little bit of time and it wouldn't hurt anyone, as far as he was concerned. 

	[color=00ff00]"No way we'll make it to Mills at this rate eithah,"[/color] Jack added. [color=00ff00]"Should probably try and find some sheltah somewhere."[/color]