[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] Nightfall folks - act accordingly [hider=Team Swamp - Okefenokee Swamps, Georgia 11/30/18 Update] Map Updated - Check Waynes post [b]Description:[/b] Cloudy [b]Temperature:[/b] 70°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://i.ibb.co/LN3pMXb/Fishing-Camp.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider= Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama 11/30/18 Update] Map Updated - Check Tatiana's post for details [b]Description:[/b] We're fucked [b]Temperature:[/b] 80°F [b]Humidity:[/b] High [b]Wind Speed:[/b] 35 mph [b]Rain:[/b] Winds are fucking picking up fast! [img]https://i.ibb.co/wsrZ9SK/1stfloor.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Team Eden - Quincy, Florida 11/30/18 Update] Things are as they were. Winds are dying down, thankfully the place is cooling down. There is still no sign of Thana. Chances of her getting back tonight, everyone will figure, are slim to none. It is worrisome but on a good note. If anyone else was caught out there at night, it was always a rule to stay put until day break. Trying to get around at night in this world was a bad idea unless you had no other choice. Thana was a survivor. She knew this and would likely hold up somewhere over night instead of risking driving or worse walking back in the middle of the night. Even if she did and it was safe, if she showed back up to the house in the middle of the night, it was a good way to get ones head shot off. [b]Description:[/b] Windy [b]Humidity:[/b] Low [b]Temperature:[/b] 65°F [b]Wind Speed:[/b] 10 mph [b]Strong Wind:[/b] Wind is dying down and the temp has dropped outside. [img]https://i.ibb.co/0nXm226/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: E3(Road) -> F5 (Fishing Camp Inside) [b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b]Athletics, Pistol[/center][hr] Wayne smirked and took the lighter. Lighting the make shift torch and tossing the lighter back to Hank. [color=598527]"Never know when a woman will need those double D's,"[/color] he chuckled as he stood up fully and put his back on his back. [color=598527]"Right, because I am sure she has a portable night light... Fucking christ,"[/color] Wayne said to the air before pushing forward and swatting at a dead space in front of him. Apparently whatever he had been talking to earlier had returned and was annoying him once again. He swatted two or three more times before finally making his way onto the front porch. The man was anything but subtle as he got to the front door. [color=598527]"Lucy! I'm home!"[/color] he yelled but didn't bother knocking as he kicked open the front door. Shoving the torch into the building he drew one of his guns and pointed it forward. Stepping slowly as he glanced around. [color=598527]"Looks clear,"[/color] he called back as he kept looking around. It did and the place looked like it could work as a place of rest for the night. At least it had fucking walls as far as he was concerned. Sleeping in a truck was bad enough, out in the woods even worse. He had spent one too many nights actually sleeping in a tree with a rope tied around his waist trying to stay up high enough in case some fucking face eater came waltzing by and decided that Wayne would make a nice fucking Happy Meal. Though if one ever did get a bite of Wayne people would find out without a doubt if drugs affected the dead because if you were going to get high off a dead mans flesh the only person that could out do the drugs in Wayne's system was probably Keith Richards. If that fucker was still alive that was. [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: D3 -> F2 (House Map) [b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival, Athletics, Orienteering[/center][hr] Tatiana shook her head. [color=a187be]"Supposed to be, I took dovn,"[/color] she said to Riley. It wasn't a lie. Tatiana was supposed to check the traps that were set up but she had been disarming them slowly. She had been wanting to make a break for it soon and figured that she would have to try to get her and Jamie out of the house itself. It was only by sheer luck of the draw, or rolls in this case, that she had come across Jack and the rest of them when she did. So she took advantage of it. It was a last ditch effort that had seemed to pay off. Looking up at the sky, she knew they didn't have long. Not only was the weather looking back but if the group she had been with wasn't back soon the people that were still inside the house were going to start getting worried. They needed to work quickly so that they could keep the upper hand right then. Glancing towards the girls she motioned for them to follow her before she quickly darted from the tree line and made her way up to the back of the house at the end of the Cul-De-Sac. There was a wrap around porch on the two story house and she kept low as she made her way up the stairs. Ducking down she moved to the wall and peeked in the window before squatting out of site from those that were inside. There were three men in there. All of them looking rather ragged. Drinking something from bottles as they played cards and smoked. Their backs were to the door behind them that lead into the breakfast area right to the side of the kitchen. If they moved fast they could easily take these men out before they knew what hit them. If they fucked it up, it could mean they wouldn't make it out alive. The men had weapons on the counter near them and within reaching distance. They had one shot to get this to work in their favor. After that, all bets were off.