[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c6f0f86d13839f8542e4b754c251da73/tumblr_ojog8uNf9k1qdhps7o1_r1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10)
[color=steelblue][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Leadership, Engineering [/center][hr][hr]

	Though the majority of Ash's attention was focused on the radio, he had enough of himself in the room around him to give a nod or thumbs up as people declared their watch times. It was good to see that what survivors there were hadn't given in to the crushing emotional weight of what had gone down early that day. Their home was destroyed. Numerous people dead. Hell, as far as he knew, this mystery person they could barely hear was the only other person alive for miles around. But they had the five of them. It counted for something. It had better count for something, anyway. He had left Thana and Gavin up to their own devices with a pair of morbidly insane women who were apparently off on a suicide run. 

	[i][color=steelblue]You can't afford to think like that, Captain. They have their mission, you have yours. Take care of your people.[/color][/i]

	Ash's fear that they were the only ones left was immediately removed when he heard Guy's voice come through the radio loud and clear. But what was puzzling: Froggy? Could he hear the "mystery person" more clearly than Ash? But more the credible news was that there were other confirmed survivors in their Sharpsburg safehouse. In case the group in the house with him didn't quite catch the broadcast, Ash repeated for their sake, [color=steelblue]"Sharpsburg just checked in - Guy, Ray, Amelia, and Medic are still alive, and I think they picked up someone new."[/color] He then spoke onto the radio, [color=steelblue]"Holloway here, Arnco Mills. Damnit Guy, it's good to hear from a fellow Virginian."[/color] He had almost give up on anyone from his old group back home making it. [color=steelblue]"I've got Riley, Niesha, Tiffany, and Jack with me. [i]Can anybody else check in?[/i] Over."[/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, Grand Gallery turning into cross corridor in front of Mechanical
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] Stealth, Survival, Pistol [hr][hr][/center]

	With a shrug, Thalia grabbed the remaining couple of magazines from Thana. It wasn't like she needed them at this point in time, but if all Alexander needed was two, then no problem. She wasn't a huge fan of wasting ammunition, not in the slightest. But just in case, having an excess of 9x19mm Parabellum rounds was fine by her. She peered down at them, taking note of the count of rounds in each one and testing the firmness of the springs by pressing her thumb down on the top round. Satisfied that they were indeed full and serviceable, she slipped the clips insertion point down into her back pocket. 

	An abundance of ammo noted, Thalia's eyes darted over in Alexander's direction as his gun reported, surely the sound of another Edenite death. The word "clear" had been used several times recently. While it appeared that no one was directly shooting at them right that second, she couldn't believe that this was done with just yet. Thalia stepped toward the sound of breaking glass from just earlier. As she carefully peered around the wall, she was damned near overjoyed to see the overly colorful vision of Lola. A smile formed under her ashen skull facepaint. She said nothing, but gave a nod in her direction and poked her head back around to her group for a moment. [color=dc143c]"We got some stairs, and we got the tank crew over here."[/color] Stairs... probably meant ambush waiting on them, as it was the only way up that she had seen. [color=dc143c]"The moment we set foot on those steps, they're going to have the advantage. Any ideas? Or we can just hit it hard."[/color] Thalia craned her head from side to side, popping vertebrae in her neck. [color=dc143c]"I'm game."[/color]