[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/D7
[b][color=23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] Tank Gunner Amateur[/center][hr]	Beatrice chuckled a bit. She couldn't help but wonder at what point it was pointless to label someone as a Yank, given that at least half of the population - on a purely geographic estimate - would meet that description. Though she supposed that it wasn't that much different than gender then, as from what she knew, the division was roughly 50-50. She didn't know much about the gender spectrum and things along those lines. She glanced upwards as she heard a body hit the tank, imagining for a moment the body just slowly falling off from the force of gravity as they pushed onwards. 

	[color=23D5B7]"So much for radio silence,"[/color] Beatrice mused. The radio went off when she had been in the middle of loading the next shell. She didn't know if they'd be firing off anymore shots with the tank, but she wanted to be prepared. It seemed silly to leave it all for the last minute and then have to scramble to get off another shot. As she listened to the message, she felt a bit irritated. They knew that she had been the one manning the radio, and yet, they messaged Lola. She had half a mind to take a passive aggressive action regarding it accordingly later, when Lola grabbed the radio from her. She listened to Lola's response, catching the radio as she tossed it back. 

	[color=23D5B7]"Do you want me to gear up as well? Or continue manning the gun?"[/color] Beatrice asked her. [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] Street Adjacent to Duncan Street - Headed North
[b][color=00ff00]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival[/center][hr]	Jack kept his eyes on the road, falling into the role of backseat driver. He was glad that they weren't taking Duncan Street - there had been too many walkers on it for comfort. They had already put a good bit of distance between them and the Church, with Jack finally letting out a bit of tension he hadn't realized had been building in his shoulders. Sure, they were still in danger - but they weren't in the mortal peril that they had been in before. The danger of being overrun by a hoard or going without shelter, in his mind at least, had diminished greatly. 

	However, he knew that there was still a threat they faced - though this one was more emotional than anything else. [color=00ff00]"Tiff, uh...I know I'm no Tati when it comes to these things, but maybe it'd be good if we talked 'bout eve'ything that just happened..."[/color] Jack said, staring straight at the road ahead of them. [color=00ff00]"The hallucinations and...Well, I know it's something we both should get off of ouh chests..."[/color] He of course didn't know that it had been an environmental effect - to Jack, it just seemed like they both had snapped and lost their minds. He felt that if they didn't get a handle on it now, it'd just keep on happening. 

	[color=00ff00]"Like uh...I saw Sutton,"[/color] Jack said, his voice cracking a bit. [color=00ff00]"She died a long time ago but...it was so real, Tiff."[/color]