[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/22eda859b7c9444f80616d2c1d8eb846/tumblr_inline_mftqlbVg8Q1rxv9kr.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=23D5B7]Location:[/color][/b] Tank on Bridge Road
[b][color=23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] Tracking/Stalking, Tank Gunner Amateur[/center][hr]	With the tank already reloaded, there wasn't much for Beatrice to do beyond check out their surroundings from the scope and wait for the next volley she needed to fire off. She noticed that they were moving a bit more slowly and imagined it was likely to help out the Cowboy. They were functioning as both a giant target and a giant shield - one of the more versatile features of this rolling hunk of metal, she imagined. She couldn't help but wonder what the gangs in Justice would've given to have a tank. Though come to think of it, she wouldn't have been that surprised if one of the gangs [i]did[/i] have one. It seemed right up their alley. 

	[color=23D5B7]"Thanks,"[/color] Beatrice said curtly, giving a small smile to Lola. [color=23D5B7]"For what it's worth, your special brand of crazy reminds me of home - so thanks for that."[/color] While some people would have meant [i]your crazy ass reminds me of Justice[/i] as an insult, it was a compliment to Beatrice. The only other person she had met during the outbreak that met that profile had been Ryan - and he was six feet (or more) under. She was keeping a vague eye on what was going on through the scope, but it'd be a bit until it was time to unleash the next wave of violence.

	And besides, there was no point in wasting ammo - that was Eden's specialty, after all. [color=23D5B7]"Hmm... I think at least one of them would have by now. Logistically speaking, my money's on Navy Blue,"[/color] Beatrice said. She used to stalk and track people for a living. Getting a rough idea of how much ground they could cover in a given area was one of her specialties. And to her, Thana was the obvious choice to get through the wall, if any of them did. Cowboy would probably fall into more of a support position. Thalia would be faster than the old man she imagined - age was a bitch when it came to physical condition. 

	[color=23D5B7]"How long do you think it'll be till they stop firing bullets at us?"[/color] Beatrice mused. The people of Eden may have been cruel - but from what she could see, they were idiots. No wonder Ryan left. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://pa1.narvii.com/5927/867aa9ebd1dbed9e2871d457832358ba7839c70d_hq.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=00ff00]Location:[/color][/b] Duncan Street ---> Parking Lot Behind the Mt. Zion Methodist Church
[b][color=00ff00]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival[/center][hr]	Jack nodded for a moment, pausing as he did a double take at the church to his left. There was a walker behind them, as well as a few in front. Thankfully, they weren't close enough to be a problem just yet. They had a clear path to their left - one that would allow them to get to the church parking lot. If they were lucky, there'd be a car there with a working engine and keys. If not, they could continue up what looked like a side street - maybe they'd hit a residential area. At any rate, he wanted to get off of Duncan Street. Too many walkers for his tastes.

	[color=00ff00]"C'mon, there's a pahkin' lot back there,"[/color] Jack pointed out. He motioned towards the Methodist Church and began to carefully make his way in that direction. There was a little bit of ice that hadn't melted yet, but he kept it safe, moving slowly yet methodically. By the time he got through the ice and made it to the parking lot, he let out a slight sigh of relief. He [i]really[/i] didn't want to fall on his ass again today. 

	[color=00ff00]"Hopefully one of the cahs look goods to ya,"[/color] Jack said as he rounded the corner, coming into view of the small lot. If they were lucky, there'd be a car there - and one that wasn't horrible at that.