[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/2a/d5/c32ad53279d627f66861cb579e4b3fb8.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Hordebuster
[color=steelblue][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Leadership, Mechanic, Engineering [/center][hr][hr]

	Ash actually let out a scoff when Tiffany made her crack about religious people. It was a tiny irony; Ash had been raised in a household that was pretty religious. Churchgoers apparently, when they weren't making illegal hooch. Well, his and his father's generation did a fairly good job of legitimizing their people in the eyes of the law. Mostly his father. Still, no matter what horrible things were going on around them, personal loss, or awful goddamn collapse of an entire community full of people just trying to make it in a world that shared a zip code with Hell, Ash was a man who, deep down, still believed in God. He just wasn't sure what he'd say to God if he met the guy today. Probably something that would get him in trouble. 

	He kept a solid demeanor going for the sake of his people, though. They had a plan, it had no obviously major flaws, and Ash meant to follow it. Part of that plan might have been mentioned in front of Jack and Tiffany, then again it might not have. Now was about a good enough time as any to review. [color=steelblue]"Known hostiles in this area are from Eden - Peachtree City - Fairburn and Franklin joined up with us."[/color] Though he didn't say it, in hindsight maybe they would have been better off on their own. Scraping by was better than joining The Horde. But he continued on a positive note. [color=steelblue]"We have a team hitting Eden right now. If nothing else, they're going to be too goddamned busy to deal with the likes of us."[/color] Yeah. Them or the wall of the Dead slouching unerringly toward them. One problem at a time. 

	Following Tiffany's navigation, Ash took a left onto the first respectable street that came along. South... It wasn't quite east, but it was more productive than traveling the opposite direction of where they wanted to head. They'd fully course correct soon enough. Just a question of when. Unfortunately, that last chunk of positive thought was cut short by a bout of coughing. Ash recognized that smell; plastic wire casing due to an electrical fire. [color=steelblue]"Shit. Radio!"[/color] he exclaimed through a cough, moving his left hand to open the window (but not the window grate) next to him, [color=steelblue]"Turn off the radio! Batteries out!"[/color] he elaborated, trying like hell to maintain level and forward motion in regards to his vehicle. He slowed but did not stop. Their urgency had to be tempered with safety. Lives were at stake; theirs and others.


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=dc143c]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/14415554e463dfcc44b2371366666f37/tumblr_no8dl2vDBR1rsb51ro1_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] Eden
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Thalia was a huge fan of the concept of gearing up and blowing town. Now that the big guy, the asshole in charge, was kind enough to have accepted her offer to eat a bullet in exchange for raiding their supplies, Thalia intended to do just that. Weapons and food. She had all the weapons a girl could ask for, including a lent Beretta that she would have to return, but ammunition and as much food as she could carry out of that place would suit her just fine. [color=dc143c]"Hey there, Navy..."[/color] she started, looking over Thana, [color=dc143c]Yeah, you could use some stitches and a shot of mescal. Let's get out of here."[/color] First things first, though. Addressing Alexander, she simply said, [color=dc143c]"Window."[/color] and motioned to Thana's rope. 

	There were a few things of hers back in that tank that she needed to get. Actually driving that thing out of here, while it would had been extremely helpful these past few months, was not an option. It would be best to disable the mobile weapon and salvage what they could, which in her case meant her backpack and crude spear. It was silly, but she liked that length of fire-hardened stick. Damned useful too, as humanity in general had found out, utilizing similar technology since its dawning. And the backpack; she had been traveling light as of late. Plenty of room for ramen, MREs, and cans of SpaghettiOs. Come to think of it, Lola kept a decent stash of foodstuffs back there, herself. Then it hit her: Lola. 

	Her best friend in the world was dead. Her only friend. The last person she fully trusted was laying dead in this place, and there wasn't a single thing she could do about it. At least she got the chance to put a blade into her brain. It counted for something. Thalia felt like crying right then and there, but stifled hard and fast. Not yet. Almost there, but not yet. Thalia looked to Thana. The Navy chick had people she needed to get back to. One in particular, if the promise she shouted across that newformed ravine meant anything. [color=dc143c]"We have more supplies in the tank. This place has got to have a couple of working vehicles somewhere. I say we load up, and get back to the truck. Whoevah wants to part ways afteh, fine. We don't owe each other a thing."[/color] She looked back down the way they had come, in the general direction of the cache, [color=dc143c]"And it looks like your people are gonna need all the help they can get."[/color] 

	Looking back to Thana, she continued, [color=dc143c]"I've got someplace I need to get to. Just to see if it's still standing. Just so I know. It's a long, long ways from here though. Before I do, I'm going to help you get back to your guy. Okay? You and most of the stuff in that room."[/color] She smiled, trying to add a touch of levity to the situation. [color=dc143c]"Except for the SpaghettiOs. I already called dibs."[/color] 

	Thalia kept one of her pistols out as she returned to the cache. Everyone seemed to be helping themselves, which was the prudent thing to do. Especially considering that it was a very orderly ransacking of the supplies. No one trying to hoard or divide the good up for themselves. It was the first step in trust; if not trust then cooperation, at the very least. No one was trying to Alpha their way through it nor pull weapons yet. This was good. As long as they were all getting along nicely, Thalia would join in on the looting. She grabbed a bag and deposited a couple boxes of 9mm NATO rounds inside, as well as some spare clips and a good knife. Following that was as much food and bottled water as would comfortably fit. No sense in overstuffing and being greedy. She turned to the others, [color=dc143c]"Navy's got herself a problem, what with all that blood she's losing. Beatrice here's got what? Slug still in that leg? I can use some bandages myself. And we got to get these supplies to people that need them - I got more in that tank. I'm willing to bet that Asshat back theah has some goodies in his quarters, too. We got work here still, and those of us that can walk okay without major blood loss need to do most of it."[/color] 

	She didn't order, she didn't bully. Thalia had her own plans that just now coincided with this group of people, and survival was more likely if they were all in their best condition possible, and as thoroughly equipped as possible. It was almost a movie trailer tagline, but Thalia had somewhere to be.