[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 - Terrace near stairs ---> up the stairs
[b][color=23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] Pistol, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Stamina[/center][hr]	Beatrice didn't take any pleasure in being right. Everything had felt too easy up until this point and she had been convincing herself to expect a more formidable force on the upper level. Lola rushed up the stairs in her typical fashion, singing at the top of her lungs and attracting all of the attention to her. It was a waste of a life. Another person that she felt something of a kinship with had died. Maybe it was the universe telling her that she had strayed too far from the path - that she needed to return to the Justice lifestyle in full. No more friends - no more communities - no more making decisions by emotions. 

	As Gavin charged up, firing off rounds, Beatrice considered turning around and leaving this all behind. She knew that would have been the smart decision to make. Beatrice ran up the stairs, knowing that she'd find Lola's body on the other side. She had her gun raised and her finger on the trigger, just needing to see a warm body that wasn't one of theirs before she'd pull the trigger. It wasn't the logical decision to make - and she didn't even know if it qualified as the emotional one. Beatrice didn't feel driven by anger or sadness or revenge. It was a different feeling entirely, one she didn't know a name for, as she felt the loss of potential - the loss of what could have been - of mini golf with walker heads and tank rides and...a friend.[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] N/A[/center][hr]	Jack was hearing the words everyone around him was saying, but he wasn't processing them. It was as if someone had scooped out his brain and put something else inside. He set down his food, having forced himself to finish it - just barely managing to do so. While others may have been wondering if Froggy could have had Tatiana with him or perhaps imagining scenarios where she made it out by herself, Jack couldn't get rid of the gruesome picture his mind had conjured up for him - of Tatiana in their house, alone and out of options, as Death came for her. It was like the weight of the world was crushing him and he was contemplating just letting it. Would he ever get to start a family with Tatiana? Would he have that white picket fence life that he always wanted?

	He prepared himself to go to sleep, shutting his eyes and pretending that he was alright. He didn't need other people fussing over him - Tatiana was the one that needed that. He would've given anything to make sure that she was okay - or to even just hear from her one last time. He would have destroyed everything he held dear in the world if Tatiana had asked him to. Every creak and shudder that he heard, every breath and every little disturbance, his mind imagined was the crackling of the radio coming to life. 

	He knew that Tatiana could survive without him; he just didn't know anymore if he could survive without her. 

	And even if he could...Did he want to?