[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: the House (E3 -> B6)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr]	Jack nodded as Tatiana gave him directions, walking forward with Jamie into the great room and setting down the carseat. He then carefully undid the fastenings and picked his son up, his eyes watering slightly, as he set Jamie down in the playpen. He tore his gaze away from his son for a moment, looking at his wife as she sat down on the loveseat. Even as tired and grimy as she was, Tatiana looked so beautiful. She always looked perfect to him - even if she was in a clean wedding dress or in the tired clothes of the apocalypse. Her beauty radiated from within. 

	[color=00ff00]"Solovey, I...I'm so glad to have found ya again,"[/color] Jack said softly. He wanted to reach out and take her hands, to pull her into his arms and hold her, but he wasn't going to startle her. She was a fearless bird, but she was still a nightingale and he didn't want to rush into anything or assume anything. There was a lot that they needed to talk about, but he loved her more than anything and would accept whatever she told him. He hoped that she still felt the same way about him - that she still considered herself to be his wife - but their marriage had been less than one day old when they were separated. 

	[color=00ff00]"And Jamie, man, he's...he's so beautiful,"[/color] Jack choked up a little bit just thinking about it. He paused, glancing over towards the exit to the room and thinking about the others for a moment. Ash would be fine with Riley and Amelia right - or maybe with just Riley?[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 (G9 -> D7)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	When she traded off shifts with Alex and he asked her if there was anything to report, Beatrice shook her head. She'd reveal her private thoughts about how Thana may have deserted them in the morning, if there was no sign of Navy. There was no sense in putting mistrust in the group if it wasn't warranted. Beatrice then walked, feeling like a zombie, over to the counter and curled up into a small ball, leaning against it. 

	She never liked sleeping with her back exposed - it made her feel vulnerable, even in this house. Her crossbow was set down an arm's reach away, but unloaded. She didn't want to have a nightmare and shoot herself - or one of her companions - in her sleep somehow. As she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, Beatrice dreamt that she was back in the normal world and her foster father was driving her to college. They were running late - they had 15 minutes worth of travel to go and only 14 minutes until the orientation session started. 

	[i]"Hold on, we have to go off road,"[/i] he said, as he swung the wheel abruptly. Their car broke through the guardrail and missed the highway below that he had been aiming for, falling what felt thousands of feet before plummeting into the sea. Her family was able to escape from the car - but somehow, Beatrice was trapped inside. No matter how much she pounded on the doors, the pressure was too great. She tried to scream out to them, but they didn't answer. 

	[color=23D5B7][i]"Don't leave me!"[/i][/color] Beatrice screamed.