[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/85b1d99e40c547d7e771e7688130f28a/tumblr_ojog8uNf9k1qdhps7o2_r1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Hordebuster, Roscoe Rd. (E7) -> Roscoe Rd. (D6)
[color=steelblue][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Engineering, Mechanic [/center][hr][hr]

	The ice and snow had less of a hold on the road for this stretch of the journey. It was a thing which gave Ash some measure of relief. While he could see sections of accumulation a little farther up, he'd take what relief Mother Nature allowed them. He'd already resolved to engage Riley in conversation. It felt like a good time to continue. But first... 

	[color=steelblue]"Ready for a bump?"[/color] he inquired, though it was less of a question and more of an imperative. The second that he spoke his sentence, a dull thud resounded from the great plowing wedge along the front of the Hordebuster. It was the re-deading of a formerly living individual, one that didn't seem to pay much mind to the approaching vehicle. There were more a little was up. They could move it or lose it, as far as he was concerned. [color=steelblue]"I grew up in a rural town outside of Charlottesville and my family made booze for living."[/color] he began, very matter-of-factly. [color=steelblue]"Getting hammered and kicking up trouble was just something that happened."[/color] Ash's voice had settled into a sort of wistful, stoic calm, a slight rasp creeping up in a way that reinforced his trip down memory lane. [color=steelblue]"Town's small enough that everyone knew who everyone was. If you were stupid enough to egg a house, your dad would be on the front porch waiting on you with a switch. We did plenty, though."[/color] 

	There really wasn't much of a need for the military to straighten out the good Captain. In many ways, it served to fuel his more troublemaking impulses. Just that back then, the Army gave him an automatic rifle and a squad or more of trained, motivated men with which to make trouble. Well, for the bad guys, whomever they were that month.

	Ash veered to the right slightly, giving this next walking worm-buffet a little latitude. It wasn't quite enough; the Hordebuster clipped the poor, undead bastard, spinning it around two or three times before it hit the ground. [color=steelblue]"Oops."[/color] he intoned, still near deadpan. It was a if part of his personality had been subdued temporarily, but was struggling to push its way back out. He kept his eyes on the road but casually asked Riley, [color=steelblue]"Do you miss performing?"[/color] 




[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=dc143c]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e4117d5f-65c8-4b8e-98df-5810a59267c5.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] Eden, Trees just North of Tennis Court -> Trees just South of Tennis Court
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Stealth, Survival [hr][hr][/center]

	From her little copse of trees, Thalia weighed out her options. The groundskeeper had spent many a season away from his duties, apparently, as did a presentable maintenance crew, the end result being enough patchy bits of growth to use as irregular soft cover, coupled with the fences around the pool area being down. Most of it, anyway. Provided the way stays clear, it might be a feasible option to cut across the cracked cement section between the pool and tennis court, making tracks for the trees just across. 

	Of course, there was another uninvited guest out there with them; a Zed that hadn't quite taken notice of her just yet, but surely would if she ran across the pool area. As she briefly contemplated her options, she glanced back to see Thana's approach. Her insistence that they should make a run for it served to reinforce Thalia's earlier thought on the matter, but she still held doubts. A lack of on-the-ground intelligence made her wary, even though those kinds of logistics were difficult to come by these days. Also, while Thalia was damned competent at being a stealthy, roguish individual, Thana and Alexander were both military personnel, or were back in the day. They weren't breaking in nor scouting for information. This was a full out, small squad strike. Okay, across the tennis court it was, and onward to Eden. 

	Thalia figured that if they had any surprises for them in the way of munitions or explosives, they'd have heard it being used against the main, massive threat, the TANK knocking on their back door. [color=dc143c]"Yeah."[/color] she said quietly, switching out her machete for the Beretta in her dominant hand. [color=dc143c]"But as soon as we're done I'm eating the hell out of your peanut butter."[/color] With that bit of cryptic banter out in the open air, Thalia hopped a segment of downed fence and took off at a run, cautious about her surroundings but leaning more toward getting from Point A to Point B.