[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] Hordebuster
[color=steelblue][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Leadership, Mechanic, Engineering [/center][hr][hr]

	Sleep. Ash could really use some sleep. As much as he wanted to and as much as his damaged psyche needed it, he was pretty damned sure that he couldn't. That nap he had gotten in the distressed recliner was going to have to be enough. The occasional glimpse into his rearview mirrors made him quietly wonder if he was paranoid, or could he actually see the shambling movement of a wall of the Dead, ever out of clear view but always back there, waiting to catch up? The Hordebuster was as secure as any vehicle could be; if swarmed all they would have to do was turn everything off and wait them out. It was a tactic that he had used many times over, back before the Newnan Safe Zone was established. But if the Dead surrounded the Hordebuster and forced them to stop until morning, then Moreland might be lost. Ash did not hold much hope that Newnan's wreckage would divert them all. 

	Speaking of Newnan, circumstance forced Ash to head directly toward it. This was not ideal. Getting boxed in against a split in the earth that contained the charred corpses of most of the people he knew up until that morning was not the manner in which he wanted to die. Ash listened closely as Tiffany rattled off a series of directions which matched up with his own memory of the area; a area he would likely never see again after this night. [color=steelblue]"Alright... Witcher Station is right up here. And there's the turnaround. We look clear."[/color] He wasn't sure if he was speaking aloud to reassure the passengers in the 'Buster, or himself. 

	The next landmark in the painfully optimistic set of directions was a grocery that they had long cleared out. It was damn near a full backtrack to Arnco Mills, but it still looked clear enough to navagate. Giving it thought, Ash really wished he didn't have to drive at night. Too many things could go wrong, and there was absolutely no one that he could turn to for help if the situation turned ugly. But he did have people in the general vicinity. Miles out, but friendlies nonetheless. [color=steelblue]"Jack. Jack! Come on guy, we need you. Get on the horn, see if you can raise our safehouse in Moreland. Hell, either of them. They need to know what's going on."[/color] He risked a glance back to his Second, [color=steelblue]"We're going to get her. It'll be okay. I didn't feel like waiting anyway."[/color] 

	Ash wasn't sure how much be believed the optimism coming from himself, but he fully intended to follow up on it. In the distance, he could see the next landmark, just a bit further southwest. [color=steelblue]"Okay, coming up on the Chapel. Where to from there?"[/color] He did wish for honest rest, but he wanted to get his people together a lot more. 





[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, Coming to Adamm's Wing -> Doors to Elev Equip
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] Stealth, Survival, Pistol [hr][hr][/center]

	Oh, the expression about the Kid in the Candy Store most certainly came to mind. [i]This[/i] is what she was looking for. It they could find and hold their Armory, the rest of the place would go down like a drunken prom date. Worst case, they could hold up with this area to their backs and make those fuckers pay until they ran out of ammo. Thalia still had two full mags in her weapons, and didn't really need to re-up immediately. Between the two of them, that was thirty-four 9mm NATO rounds at her disposal. She quickly sheathed her machete and gave the room a cursory examination. She kind of wished she hadn't. 

	Stuck among the 9mm pistols was a damn near carbon copy of her old company's basic sidearm. Not so special, considering that it was the most popular handgun of its type for law enforcement and security personnel worldwide; one of the more popular handguns period. Even in the Apocalypse she had a good shot at finding ammunition for it. What got her was the holster setup. It was exactly the same as hers. [i]Exactly[/i]. Down to the occupied pouch for an additional magazine, cordura webbing material, and optional open muzzle. Possibilities ran through her head - either this was pulled from the corpse of a fellow Security Agent, looted from one of their caches (maybe taken from those who did, being fair), or former MSS people were [i]with Eden[/i]. She dared not think about it too long. There were enough convoluted emotions going around, far too much to make things even more complicated. 

	Thalia snatched up the gun and holster like she was taking something away from a tantruming three year old, looking very cross at its presence among these other ill-gotten weapons and clipped it onto her tac belt. Of course it fit perfectly. They were designed to. The mag was full, and it looked in good repair at a glance. Oh, she had business with this room. Business indeed. But it would have to wait. From back in the previous area, she heard a gunshot ring out. This party had gatecrashers. Thalia took to Thana's lead, admiring her pragmatic approach to the shooting deaths which were to occur shortly. 

	[color=dc143c]"That suppressor theah also would have been great outside. Dunno what you got planned for that rope, but I got yah back."[/color] She drew her original sidearm, once again going Guns Akimbo. [color=dc143c]"And dibs on those Spaghetti[b]O[/b]s, Navy. Let's clean house."[/color]