[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 - Service Corridor
[b][color=23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] Pistol, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Stamina[/center][hr]	Beatrice raised an eyebrow at Lola's wink, before she shrugged. If that was Lola's way of making a pass at her, she wasn't protesting. Sure, she imagined that some people would've been prissy and claimed that they wouldn't do that - but they were all just human at the end of the day. It wasn't about loneliness for her - it was just a need that needed to be taken care of from time to time. It was low on the list of requirements for survival but it wasn't entirely at the bottom. Her radio crackled and Beatrice paused, before responding. [color=23D5B7]"I copy. We're coming from the south,"[/color] Beatrice replied. 

	[color=23D5B7]"Kiwi, they're coming from the north east - in the building already,"[/color] Beatrice said as she pushed forward, rejoining Lola. She spotted a hostile to the west and pulled her gun, firing off a few quick shots aimed at the head. Anyone who came too close either got a bullet in the brain or an elbow to the face. Part of the severity of the situation was lessened by Lola singing the entire time. It was comforting, that sort of crazy - but it also made Beatrice wonder how long this job would end up lasting. It had felt entirely too easy so far, but she had been safely tucked away inside of Lola's tank. The others probably had different stories to tell. [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] Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10)
[b][color=00ff00]Skills:[/color][/b] Pistol[/center][hr]	Jack took a deep breath. No one had mentioned anything about Tatiana - and he was trying to convince himself that was a good thing. No news was good news. The only news they could have for him at this point would be bad - he tried not to imagine Ash coming up to him and informing him that his wife was dead. At their wedding, Tatiana had promised that she could live without him - but Jack didn't know if he could live without her anymore. The walls of Newnan and the comfort and security hadn't made him soft. Love had. 	

	He glanced over at Niesha, before a thought stuck him. Riley must have been separated from her sister, right? There was a ginger missing from this group that should have been there. More and more names of people in Newnan were popping into his mind that should have been there. There had been so much death and loss - and he knew that not everyone could've made it out of...whatever that was alive. But he wanted them to all have made it. He was a member of that community. He was its second - they were his people. He had to take another breath to clear his head. [color=00ff00]"Let's get stahted then,"[/color] he told Niesha, drawing his pistol as he entered the building with the others. He was trying to remember where exactly the supplies would be stashed away.