[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/442k6dwH/Dean-_Bobby-_John-dean-and-bobby-john-22849364-500-281.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Headland: E. Main Street, A4, (Station Wagon Back Seat Driver's Side)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Basic First Aide, Knots, and Survival[/center][hr]	[color=00ff00]"...Ya don't think messin' up a diapah could get ya blind, do ya?"[/color] Jack asked, slightly serious. It occurred to him that in some catastrophic chain of events, if the poopy projectile went flying and hit his eyes - maybe it was possible. He had only taken basic science in high school, up through biology. The chemistry of poop and diaper products mixing with one's eyeballs was lost to him. However, diaper in hand, he stared at Jamie and heard the giggling and the squirting. Taking a deep breath - and regretting it from the smell, Jack nobly plunged in. 

	Drawing on his knowledge of knot work, how to bandage a wound, and pure survival instincts against the poopy menace, Jack managed to change Jamie's diaper flawlessly - as if this had been his true calling in life. He placed the used diaper into the bag Ash had mentioned and was about to admire his handy work, when Jack doubled over and vomited into the diaper disposal bag. His breakfast came up and mixed with the digested and excreted portions of Jamie's breakfast - true family bonding! 

	[color=00ff00]"...Sorry, I uh...I gotta think back through what ya just said,"[/color] Jack said, gasping for fresh air for a second as he replayed in his mind what Ash had said to him. He didn't know if he'd puke again, but he was certain his baby was entertained by it all - the cute little bugger. Once he remembered it, Jack nodded, unfastening Jamie's car seat from the car and picking his baby up, still inside the seat. [color=00ff00]"...Fresh air sounds like a good plan - even if it's only for a moment."[/color][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][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quincy: Inside House (C8 -> C9)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Beatrice let out an internal sigh of relief, seeing that Thalia was starting to act more normal again. Alex then volunteered that he was a match - O positive - and if Beatrice recalled how blood types worked properly, she was a match as well. She was O Negative. She wasn't too sure if Manny would have a preference as to which of them donated - if it was better to have the exact match or someone who was younger without the medical problems Alex had. [color=23D5B7]"O Negative,"[/color] Beatrice said.

	She then walked up to Thalia and put an arm around the girl, supporting her. [color=23D5B7]"Come on, Gimpy, let's get you to the fireplace,"[/color] she said bluntly. It was a cruel name but Beatrice knew that Thalia could take it. And if Thalia had finally gotten her hands on a can of O's - she had - then they'd need something new and petty to fight about. As silly as it was, a stupid 'fight' like that might be good for morale. Navy could easily be dead out there. And while Beatrice didn't think she'd do it, it was also possible that Navy could have just abandoned them entirely.