[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=f1c40f]Year 5: Update[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] April 1st, 2012[hr][/center] [hider=Team Swamp - Okefenokee Swamps, Georgia 11/19/18 Update] Map Updated - Check Waynes post [b]Description:[/b] Cloudy [b]Temperature:[/b] 80°F [b]Humidity:[/b] Fucking High [b]Wind Speed:[/b] 10 mph [b]Light Wind:[/b] A gentle breeze, having little or no game effect. [img]https://image.ibb.co/dV1Kzf/Route177-Ok.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider= Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama 11/19/18 Update] Map Updated - Check Tatiana's post for details [b]Description:[/b] We're fucked [b]Temperature:[/b] 85°F [b]Humidity:[/b] High [b]Wind Speed:[/b] 5 mph [b]Rain:[/b] Clouds are darkening and even though you can't feel the wind right now being in the car and all, looking up the clouds are moving quickly in different directions. This is NOT good. [img]https://image.ibb.co/dyxdQL/Headland-19x12.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Team Eden - Quincy, Florida 11/19/18 Update] Another hour has passed, and we are about 1 hour from darkness. It has been seven hours since Thana has left. Still not enough time to really worry but it is starting to get to that point. If she isn't back within the hour, chances are she won't be back until morning, that is if things are going well. No one knows at this point. Weather sucks but the wind is starting to die down a little bit, not enough to want to go outside as of yet and frankly with it starting to get dark, it is probably best if people stay hunkered down for the evening. Being outside at night in this day and age is never a good idea. [b]Description:[/b] Windy [b]Humidity:[/b] Low [b]Temperature:[/b] 80°F [b]Wind Speed:[/b] 20 mph [b]Strong Wind:[/b] Wind is dying down and the temp has dropped outside. Not that anyone would notice inside. It is nearly 90 inside, posts should reflect that. You don't have AC people. You are in a house that hasn't had power in 5 years. It was 84 outside. It is stifling inside. [img]https://image.ibb.co/jz2dQL/Quincy-House.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://www.syfy.com/sites/syfy/files/happyvsnick_102_8.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: C7 -> C5(Road) [b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b]Athletics[/center][hr] (Roll in chat 1d5. Result is how many blocks your character can move in the next round.) At this point Wayne wasn't really paying attention to what everyone else was saying or doing. He seemed to be off in his own little world but the thing was, he was silent. He wasn't saying anything right then. Instead he either swatted at the air or had this look on his face as if he was trying to ignore whatever was bugging him. Those that knew Wayne would know this was his way of giving his hallucination the silent treatment. To those that didn't, considering how vocal he had been up to this point, it could be down right disturbing. It was like a dog that had been barking all night suddenly going silent, or the damn cicada's in Georgia not making a peep in the middle of summer. It could be rather off putting. Wayne wasn't thinking about how he was coming off towards the others though right then. He was dripping sweat, adjusting his pants every so often and just trudging across the road at this point. Eventually he even stopped swatting. Maybe Happy had finally shut the fuck up? Or maybe Wayne had just finally managed to tune the fluffy winged bucked tooth bastard out of his head. Though considering he hadn't been able to do that since the fucker had showed up, chances were low. Maybe Wayne was finally just tired? It had been known to happen. Rarely but hey, anything was possible now that the dead came back to life and tried to eat you. All they were anymore were walking Happy Meals to these fuckers anyways. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Tatiana Newnan[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/1c08e8705c50cc2b20a8983622bde1d8/tumblr_nxlwglgkrG1ulwylso8_r1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Headland: A4 -> B4 [b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival, Athletics, Orienteering[/center][hr] Tatiana gave a look towards Jack and nodded curtly. It was exactly what she intended to do. Taking a breath she checked her weapons. Two pistols, a knife, make shift "brass knuckles", and a spare clip. Looking at the weather she pulled her hair back and tied it out of her face. She was hoping this wouldn't take long. [color=a187be]"If veather turn vorse, go first house on left, has basement,"[/color] was the last thing she said to Jack and Ash before she started towards the back yards of the houses on the right hand side of the road. Most of the fences were down, wooden ones that had just fallen due to rot and decay over the last five years. Metal ones were rusting and pools were green. The grass was high in most places as Tatiana began her trek from the road and into what constituted as a neighborhood. She kept low, a pistol in one hand as she kept an eye out. It seemed that everything was quiet right now. The winds made sure there was enough noise that if they stepped on a twig and it snapped, chances were no one would pay attention, even if they were outside right then. The house they were aiming for was at the end of the Cul-de-sac. The Russian woman knew what to expect and she stopped where she was and waited for Riley and Amelia to catch up. One they had she looked at them. "Multiple story house, two or three inside, thinking three by nov. Men, dumb but mean. They usually drunk in kitchen playing cards," she said before turning and continuing on her way.