[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] None[/center][hr]	[color=23D5B7]"Already done,"[/color] Beatrice replied confidently. The first thing she had done after fire off the shot - besides feel a rush - was get the next shell loaded in. Now, all there was left for her to do was to wait for the next target to come into range. It was absolutely incredible, manning the gun of a tank. Not only could she cause such beautiful destruction, but they were incredibly safe and protected in the tank as well. She didn't know much about tanks, but she had to guess that the biggest threat to a tank was another tank. 

	Beatrice chuckled slightly as she realized the small little [i]pangs[/i] were bullets. It sounded like moderately large hail hitting the roof of a car to her. [color=23D5B7]"Definitely. But hey, the more bullets they waste on the tank, the less ammunition they'll have for those on the ground,"[/color] Beatrice pointed out. She was already itching to fire on the next target - something that was usually unlike her. She never had any feelings of bloodlust. Maybe it was just a little bit of the weirdness of the day - maybe it was her way of honoring James and Ryan. Or maybe it was just something that had been lurking under the surface for a long time. The thing is - Beatrice knew that she could have survived in Eden. She didn't have the strong moralistic compass that most people in Newnan had. 

	She was on the side of the angels - but that didn't mean she was one of them. [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] Duncan Street - Headed North, near the Mt. Zion Church 
[b][color=00ff00]Skills:[/color][/b] None[/center][hr]	Jack nodded in agreement. But truthfully, what else could he do or say? The earth had swallowed Newnan whole, there was a near army of walkers going in towards the area, and his wife (and child) were either missing or dead. He couldn't decide which one would have been better. As much as he tried to keep on putting one foot in front of the other, he could only just barely keep his emotions locked away behind a dam. He could practically hear Tatiana scolding him for that - using her skills as a counselor to tell him that it was okay to feel everything he was feeling. 

	But it would be so much easier to just give up - to just lie down and let whatever happened happen. He took a centering breath for a moment - it wouldn't be fair to anyone if he did that. It wouldn't be fair to Tatiana, his kid, his Newnan family, or hell, even Tiffany. Even if he had to just keep on going for the person immediately next to him, then it'd be enough of a motivator for him. Just enough to help him keep on walking towards their goal - towards the bug out location. And if he was lucky enough, maybe Tatiana would be there waiting for him - maybe she had made it out of Newnan alive. 

	He never really was one for religion. Sure, he would celebrate Hanukkah and Yom Kippur with his mom - but he rarely ever went to temple. But if Tatiana made it through this okay, then maybe there really was someone out there watching over him.