[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=f1c40f]Year 5: Update[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] July 15th, 2012[hr]Map in Original OOC post - NPC's In CS Tab[hr][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: H6 (Quarantine: W) & Q6 (East Gate) [/center]
	[b]Temperature:[/b] 94F (34C)
	[b]Humidity:[/b] Fucking High (Around 98%) - Raining off and on all day
	[b]Wind Speed:[/b] 7 MPH (11 KPH)
	[b]Cloud Coverage:[/b] About 51% covered with thick dark clouds[hr]
	Panama listened to what Wayne said. He had asked after all and the more the man went on the more he chuckled. He found it all rather funny. Not the assessments so much but the people's reaction to them. Shaking his head slightly as Wayne came to an end he laughed. "You fuckers must have had it easy to get upset over a few damn words. That or yer further off her rocker than Voices is over there." It might have been harsh but it was the truth and it seemed to be confirmed by the Major as she nodded in agreement. They were upset over a little fight between people. About a few words said. More than half of these people were really soft and weak in her mind. 

	This was life, even before the outbreak. People fought, no one got along all the time and no one was perfect. Everyone had a down side. Those that went on like they were perfect or got offended by the small things were better off dead. They would provide nothing to this community. You needed a thick skin as much as you needed a strong back. And frankly, this town didn't need any of them. They had a good population, had food, resources, people that knew their shit. They had been going since the beginning. Anyone that took in was purely out of kindness, not necessity and yet even now people were acting as if they deserved to be treated better. Right now they were only a drain on their resources and their time. Looking over to Panama, Major finally answered a question from a bit ago. "Twenty percent, at the most," she said before looking forward again. 

	Panamas head snapped to look at her as his jaw dropped. "Oh snap," he said in surprise before looking over towards Beatrice and seeing her still pinning the kid down. "Alright Juggernaut, let his ass up, doubt he's learned shit from that tackle from the way he's speaking but fuck it. Can't fix stupid," Panama said as he stepped forward. "I've had less drama come from a sleepover of mood teens on their periods." Shrugging to himself, Panama glanced over towards Ash and got an odd look on his face before looking back towards Major and mouthing something to her. She looked just as confused as he did and then shrugged. 

	Over in Administration, one of the oldest of Camp Mexico Beach sat behind his desk. He was dressed as casual as he tended to get during the warmer months. White cotton slacks and white short sleeved dress shirt. His bright blue eyes looked out from beneath heavy lids. It seemed, no matter how old one got within the family one trait always stood out. Those eyes. He was the Commanding Officer of Camp Mexico Beach, Aeron Martin, locally referred to as [i]The General.[/i] "Ahh, yes, interesting," he said as he flipped open one file and started reading over it. His voice was laced with a Welsh accent, fitting considering he had immigrated to the United States, when there still was a United States, back when was younger. He only had one child in tow then. Now he had two. It was a feat in and of itself to have his two sons still alive, though he did wish he had more of his family around. 

	Sitting back in his seat he kept reading the answers that had been provided, and compared them to the initial notes that had been given to him by those that had brought them in. Stopping he leaned up in his seat and started shuffling through the stack of paper work. Seemed even when the dead walked again there was still paper work to handle. Looking over at the woman who had brought over this newest stack of files he motioned over his desk. "Where is my X.O.'s report?" She gave him a look of she didn't know. Shaking his head he leaned back in his seat. "Where is he?" She didn't have to answer, she just gave him a knowing look and motioned in one direction. "Of course."

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	The sun was setting in the west and the sound of butchers paper crinkling could be heard in the small cemetery. It wasn't often that anyone visited as it was outside of the walls but today was a special occasion. Wild flowers were wrapped up in a small bouquet and he held them in his hand as he walked through, passed the other tombstones. None of them were expertly made, they did what they could for their dead. Coming to one, he looked at it. A single last name was on the marker, [i]Martin[/i]. He stopped and stood there quietly, just looking at it and if one listened hard enough perhaps they could hear his heart drop in his stomach as he swallowed back the welling of emotions threatening to surface. 

	"Ah," he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh, more like a sad frustrated one that people would let out instead of crying. "Rule number five. Remember the good. Oh I'm trying but it's hard. Especially now when there is so much..." his words trailed off. Turning the flowers over in his hand he sighed to himself and looked up at the sky as several birds flew over head. One couldn't tell their colors as they were nothing but shadows right then against the blue sky. They probably didn't take note of him but he saw them and watched them as they glided on the winds, a few flaps from their wings now and again. 

	Leaning forward he lay the flowers on top of the grave marker, his hand lingering there for a moment before pulling it away reluctantly. Lowering his head he closed his eyes. His hands clasped before him in prayer. He wasn't a religious man, never really been one for prayer or the like. It wasn't that he didn't believe in god, it was just that they really didn't have a lot of heart to hearts. He figured they would have enough to talk about when he was long gone. But now was different. "Rule 28, if you need help ask. I'm asking. I could use some right now." It wasn't much of a prayer, but he was sure that god would know what he meant. 

	The high wall could be seen in the distance, it was hard to miss. He needed to get back within the town itself. It was safe inside the walls. Safer. No where was really safe anymore and he knew that. It didn't seem to matter. He was in no rush at first. He had taken his time coming back the last time he had visited. That was the day of the burial. He hadn't come back until well after dark that night. Today though, he couldn't waste that much time in thought, or lack there of as one would try to black out moments to get peace. He needed to get back, he was on watch soon. Not that there weren't others that could have done it but he needed to, for him. For her. 

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[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Tatiana Newnan[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/sbLCdpf/Tati2.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Psychology, People Reading[/center][hr]
	While Wayne might not have been a psychologist or had training in the subject, Tatiana on the other hand had. Looking over at the man as he was asked his opinion and gave a very long but oddly concise answer, she found herself studying him. Her eyes drifting to each person as he called them out. While she didn't feel he was spot on with everything she did feel that the man had a better grasp on some matters of reality than others did. Turning her head towards those that were their guards she focused more on them and their reactions. Her head tilting a bit as she did. They seemed to react to things the same way they had back in Newnan, there was only a hair difference. They had their shit worked out better when it came to admitting people into their town. And thinking on it, to her, the fact that they weren't getting directly involved spoke wonders. Not that they were lazy but that they were smart. Maybe if Newnan had let a few fights break out every now and again, shit wouldn't have gotten as bad as it did before mother nature took a ballbat to their home. 

	Ash's little emotional break caused her to looked over to him. There was a look on her face but she didn't say anything against him. Not right then. They would talk, privately, later. She didn't like him going on to why they were the reason he kept going. They weren't why she kept going. Sure it would hurt if she lost Jack. It would probably screw her up for a long time if she lost Jamie but she didn't put her will to live in those around her. She had given her vows to Jack. That if he died, she would keep on living. She intended to keep to that. Everyone died. To put your life on whether or not someone else was still there was foolish. One could never fully live if they were not content, happy, and complete just being alone with themselves. People weren't there to complete you, they were there to accent you and you them. Tatiana loved her husband, she adored her son. Yet even if she lost them, she would keep going. She had made a promise and she was hell bent on keeping it. 

	Jack hadn't said anything yet but that really didn't surprise her. It seemed that even they were going to have problems now. The biggest one being on how to raise Jamie. Jack seemed to want to protect him, which was good but that wasn't Tatiana's view. Make him strong, that was her view. So one day he wouldn't need protection because one day, she wouldn't be there anymore and if he couldn't handle this world, as it was, without help, then she would have failed as a parent. Screw that. As far as she was concerned as soon as he could walk fully he would be training. Walls were temporary and it seemed the dead were forever now. She used to hate the fact that she had lost her parents the way she had, at the age she had but now... Now she was thankful for it. She learned young how to survive. It was the best thing to prepare her for raising a child in these times.  
	

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/Q6X9QW8/Waynesmiles.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]
	Wayne looked dead eyes over to the kid as he rested back in his recliner and laughed. [color=598527]"Listen here twat-rocket, you talk shit about another persons mother and I will slander your momma so hard it'll make your ancestors cringe. So watch your mouth boy before I wash it out with a damn bar of soap. Now, get off yer ass once little lady there feels fit to let you up and you watch your self you hypocritical thundercunt."[/color] Wayne didn't raise his voice, it was even as he spoke and he had a broad grin on his face as he did. He didn't care what the kid thought, he figured he was two steps above Forest Gump, but he would learn to keep some shit to himself. 

	Rolling his eyes he picked up his cup of coffee from the table next to his chair and took a long drink. [color=598527]"Yeah, where is Preacher Man? I can't wait to find out who I'm bunking down with,"[/color] he said as he lowered his cup and glanced over towards Hunter and blew the boy a kiss. Wayne hadn't been in the military, that much was obvious, but he had been through the academy back when he was training to be a cop so many years ago. They didn't give two shits, you went where you were assigned and he was half hoping him and kid would be rooming together. That could be fun. Maybe not the best idea but still fun none the less in his book. Swatting in front of him he smirked. [color=598527]"Oh shit, you are dark today,"[/color] he laughed as he talked to the air. 

	Glancing over to his hetero life mate Wayne grinned widely. [color=598527]"You've got a friend in me. You've got a friend in me. You've got troubles, and I've got 'em too,"[/color] he sang off key before leaning back in his chair once again, tapping the side of his mug as he hummed more of the song to himself. Yeah, that kid needed a friend but it wasn't coming from Wayne. Not that anyone wanted Wayne as a friend, mores the pity. The man was entertaining and when he did like you, there wasn't much he wouldn't do to keep your ass alive. Wayne was crazy but there was method to his madness. Even then. Sure a spilling of everyone's personalities wasn't the nicest thing to do but it gave them something in common. A dislike of the man. Coming together against something you hated was a much tighter bond than even love at times. And Wayne never had a problem being the hated one in the group.