[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=4682b4]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] Headland: E. Main Street, E8 (dismounting Hordebuster)
[color=4682b4][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Engineering, Mechanic, Advanced Driving [/center][hr][hr]

	The Sister had given her response to Ash's simple and direct statements concerning where they, as a group, were coming from and his stance on the issue of what to do with persons, clergy or otherwise, who threatened the safety of those he claimed as his own. Her response, or rather the beginning of her response, held the spirit of the words and inflection that he was looking for. Understanding. Reassurance. Even a hint of gratitude. Then she had to throw in her remaining comment, which was the exact opposite of what he needed to hear. Ash took in a breath to speak aloud his decision on the matter of her presence among people he swore to protect to the best of his ability, when a car raced by his window like a bat out of Hell. 

	Of the many things that Ash was trained to expect, coupled with that which he learned from experience these last five years, this was NOT one of them. A car speeding past was not an insurmountable bit of surprise, though it was not exactly the first thing he thought would happen today. But these things happened. The portion of the incident that threw him off was when a red-haired woman leapt from the vehicle and screamed; first in Russian, then his first name, among other things in English. [i]Tati[/i]. 

	Jack was the first to react, and did he ever. Like a Massachusetts Commando, busting out of the Hordebuster with the subtlety of the Kool-Aid Man and covering the distance to secure his wife. The first reaction out of Ash was elation. Then the slightest twinge of jealousy. In the two seconds of that emotional development, the soldier in him came to the forefront. Tatiana wasn't his wife, but she was his people. He had no excuse to still be in the goddamned truck. 

	Ash swung open the door to the Hordebuster and secured his Marlin lever-action rifle. He swung out of the vehicle like a 1980's action movie superstar, landing solidly upon the ground and raising his rifle to take down one of those despicable subhumans who took that wonderful young woman and her baby against their will. It was at precisely at this time that he took a bullet to his shoulder. He spun partially and fell to one knee, a fast growing spot of red upon his shirt. Ash had been shot before. It never got any better. [color=4682b4]"I ain't dying in Alabama."[/color] he growled, trying like hell to act through the pain. 


[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] Quincy: D13
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival [hr][hr][/center]

	Sarcasm and flirting, such as it was, was immediately knocked aside the instant that the saw kicked on. Thalia's first impulse was to jerk away from the sound of it, but immediately after that gut reaction a more purposeful thought process took over. She was scared beyond imagining right then, but knew that the only way to preserve her life was to make Manny's job as easy on him as possible. Her breathing increased in depth and frequency, her only saving grace in this being that she had no clear view as to the fate of her arm, as Thana's own limbs prevented it where she was being held down. Oh, she was going to try to move, regardless. It couldn't be helped. It's why she was being held down like the guest of honor at an S&M club. 

	When the saw parted her skin, she could hold herself back. When it entered the muscle and sinew, she could not help but scream. Scream, kick, try like hell to get away from the very act that was saving her life. She fought just as hard to stay still as she did to move, but that decision was already made for her, thanks to Beatrice and Thana. When it hit bone, she was done. Checked out. Gone. Shock slammed into her like getting drenched in freezing acid. It was only a second, maybe two, when she tried unsuccessfully to convulse. Tears were running before, but now they streaked her face, falling from her eyes even as her mouth broadcast the tortures she tried with naught but marginal success to choke back. She didn't want to draw anything toward them, living or dead. 

	As a blessing, shock fell away to unconsciousness. But not before the saw parted her radius and slammed into her ulna. Perhaps she would dream of the post-apocalyptic prosthesis she would eventually acquire. But most likely, her brain would try to spare Thalia from experiencing any of this, and keep her sleep dreamless and deep. Just before her senses left the waking world, Thalia could swear that she smelled the friction of the saw blade scorching her living marrow.  



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=deb887]Hank Wright[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://www.screamhorrormag.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Stan-Against-Evil-e1529577006422-600x240.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=burlywood]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: E13 -> E12
[b][color=deb887]Skills:[/color][/b] People Reading [hr][hr][/center]

	Hank had to admit that Wayne was pretty damn good at this whole "not dying" thing. Then again, he also had to admit that running off like he did was a great way to break their "not dying" streak. Swallowing random pills of questionable origin wasn't the best way either, and so was intentionally distancing himself up the road a piece, singing... Queen? Give him some Stones any day. He could seriously take or leave Queen. Nonetheless, he had to respect the group for their talent, and rebuke Wayne for his vocal misadventure. [color=deb887]"Freddy Mercury is goddamn [i]cartwheeling[/i] right now."[/color] stated Hank flatly. [color=deb887]"I know he's been dead for a while now, but I'm like, oh, 80% sure he'd come back from the grave to put a stop to this."[/color] 

	Just beyond his friend, Hank saw the staggering figure of another one of those Dead Assholes that seemed to litter the world like so many flies on shit. He couldn't tell from this distance, but it kind of looked like it had a big, bushy moustache, reminiscent of the legendary vocalist. It could have been anything, including a trick of the light, but it was already on Hank's mind. [color=deb887]"Well, cram a cactus up my ass, I think Freddy's actually going for it."[/color] Hank picked up his pace, shifting into a jog to try and catch up with his survival partner, regardless of the random assortment of drugs in his system. As long as he stayed out of swinging range, he figured he might be okay.