[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s15.postimg.cc/6w18b5xln/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Headland: E. Main Street, D9 -> D8 (inside Hordebuster)
[b]Skills:[/b] Survival[/center][hr]	As Jack continued to look out in astonishment at the nun, his mind then took in the conditions they were facing. It was raining all of the sudden and he doubted it'd give them a break from the humidity, as much as he'd want it to. From his years living in the South - only when infested by the Dead - the humidity never really seemed to let up. Sometimes, he wondered if it was because this was Hell - a hot humid land infested with loved ones' animated corpses, ready to devour you without another glance. And if it wasn't Hell, well, Satan ought to be taking notes. There was plenty of material here for him to use. 

	[color=00ff00][i]Maybe she's seen Solovey...[/i][/color] Jack wondered to himself quietly. He knew the nun could easily be a trap - seriously, a nun?! Of all people, he didn't anticipate those to be the survivors. But at the same time...Nuns were universally trusted. What if Tatiana was traveling with one - did nuns know how to deliver babies? He hoped to god that Froggy was still with her, but he couldn't ignore this potential lead. And even if she hadn't seen Tati, maybe she'd seen a note Tati had left behind in this area. Anything to point him in the right direction or to keep the spark of hope alive within him. 

	[color=00ff00]"Gotcha,"[/color] Jack said, climbing over towards the door. The minute Riley and Amelia jumped out, he got into position, hoping that his muscles would win the fight against the wind. No, they [i]had[/i] to, he reminded himself. They had to for Tatiana and Jamie. They were counting on him - and every little fight he got into, every situation, he had to give it 110%. Anything less would not be enough. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s15.postimg.cc/asek75y0r/source.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Quincy: House (E9) --> Inside House (C5)
[b]Skills:[/b] Bow, Scavenging, Stamina[/center][hr]	Beatrice was silent as Thana insisted on taking point again - it had been something of a trend and she figured it was Thana's right to decide to do that if she wished. Until she was no longer competent in that role, it was fine with Beatrice. Thana could risk her life, as long as it didn't endanger the rest of them. She considered her a friend and she respected her - the entire reason for that rationality. It wasn't her job to remind Thana of her limits. Not yet, anyways. As she entered the house, bow at the ready, she moved up towards the left as Thana had instructed her. It reminded her of the houses the [i]nice[/i] parents would have in the foster system - the ones that would never actually adopt you and send you back the next day like a defective toy. 

	[color=23D5B7][sub]1[/sub]"Tal vez cuando termine con ellos, te deje lamer la lata,"[/color] Beatrice quipped to Thalia with a smirk. She had been fluent in Spanish for ages and they were right. Learning a language really was a lifelong gift - it was perfect to antagonize the angrily cute warrior chick in the apocalypse with. Clearly its intended use as well. Her smirk vanished a moment later. She wasn't one for prolonged smiling. Besides, the blasted wind had kicked up and Thana had gotten hurt. It would have been comical, in retrospect - injured by the wind, rather than a human being or a walker.  

	She continued to walk forward, listening idly to the conversations around her as she headed behind the island countertop and down the hallway, stopping in front of what seemed to be a pantry and beginning her check there, ready to shoot anything that came her way. 


[hider=Translations]1 = Maybe when I'm done with them, I'll let you lick the can[/hider]