[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] Eden - Tank on Right Fork Of Road Between 21 and Main Eden Building
[b][color=23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] Tank Gunner Amateur[/center][hr]	Beatrice smirked slightly. She'd enjoy most of the activities on the list - she was neutral on the entire nails thing. While she could appreciate having healthy nails that were in good condition, she found the fake nails and such that a lot of women went for to be irritating. They just made it harder for her to work. She used her hands for so much that if she had fake nails that prevented her from operating with ease, it'd just make it that much harder to survive. [color=23D5B7]"I'm from California, not sure I qualify as a Yank,"[/color] Beatrice mused. 

	She looked through the scope and spotted the same building that Lola had. If she was the leader of a cult type settlement, it seemed to be an ideal location. It had plenty of room for expansion and accommodations. They'd only need to worry about guarding the one building for all of their important assets, rather than spreading them out. It was perhaps one of the fatal flaws of Newnan - or conversely, a strength. After all, they could take this building out with a tank. With Newnan, you'd need to drive around and take a few critical shots. Beatrice began adjusting the controls, getting the gun into position and aiming towards the building. 

	[color=23D5B7]"They'll probably try shooting at the tank as well,"[/color] she then said, looking through the scope with interest. It would be a futile action, but she had no doubt they'd do it and waste their resources. [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] Parking Lot Behind the Mt. Zion Methodist Church 
[b][color=00ff00]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival[/center][hr]	Jack wasn't overly religious himself, and although he was Jewish, he found it hard to believe that a savior would eventually walk the Earth. Maybe towards the start of all of this he believed that it could happen - but with each passing year, it seemed a little less likely. He wanted nothing more than to image a future for himself and Tatiana - as well as their kid - that didn't involve running from the walking dead. He wanted that white picket fence life, just a little bit of normalcy. They had almost had that in Newnan, but then Mother Nature decided it wasn't meant to be. 

	[color=00ff00]"You found a key for a cah?"[/color] Jack asked, feeling hopeful. He carefully made his way back over to Tiffany, keeping an eye on the walkers that seemed to have noticed them. He wasn't too concerned at the moment. They seemed to be too far away to be a problem at the moment - especially if they had a working vehicle. He made his way over to her, checking out the condition of the car. He didn't know too much but as cars went, it didn't seem to be in half bad shape. [color=00ff00]"Let's see if she wohks, then,"[/color] Jack said with a huge grin on his face. It was always comforting to realize that they weren't in complete mortal danger - if the car worked, they could drive and maybe make it to the bug out point, where hopefully both Tatiana and Ray would be waiting for them.