[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yN9kRR9v/tumblr-inline-pai0jg-G5th1rt2432-540.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Beatrice just nodded again at Ash's thanks, finding it to be unneeded. As far as she was concerned, Ash's inability to leave the past behind him would get him killed one day. The world wasn't going to stop turning, as much as he may have wished for it to do so. Any semblance of them truly having distinct groups would have to end now - otherwise, their people wouldn't be able to survive inside of Mexico City. They would brand themselves as outsiders, forming cliques that would cause resentment and mistrust. Given that Mexico City had no qualms about turning people away, if they couldn't integrate and form a new identity as a part of this larger group, then they would be sent away. She was certain of it. [color=23D5B7]"He's weak. Have fun,"[/color] Beatrice told Ash quietly and curtly, as he mentioned that he would be rooming with Hunter. Was it psychotic of her? Maybe. Beatrice was self aware enough to notice, but not enough to care. 

	She heard Thalia's taunt to Ash in Spanish, chuckling a little bit. Beatrice hadn't known Alicia, but she had lived in Newnan for a year or so and word got around, especially when it came to the odd love life of their commanding officer. She was curious as to how that line would impact Ash's psyche, since he had just found out Thana died. Though truthfully, Thana died a long time ago. Beatrice had already gone through her process of grief and mourning, writing Thana off as dead about a week after she disappeared. Love made people weird - that was probably why Ash hadn't done the same. She listened slightly to what Atticus had said, his anecdote about getting drunk and vomiting on the eggs interested her. No, it wasn't because it was a gross story but because it meant that alcohol was something readily available here. Of course, it could have been the communion wine she supposed but even then - readily available alcohol to consume at any time? Newnan hadn't had that either. 

	Of course, the ghost that walked through the door? Newnan had had him. She blinked slightly, wondering if anyone else that was [i]definitely[/i] dead was going to come through the door and make an appearance. Would Thana somehow be next?[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/598d2cfb9fa20176f42a0346bffd9a3d/tumblr_mjqny52CHt1qetpu1o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Jack shook his head at Jamie, chuckling at the faces his son was making. To him, the smell was obnoxious but apparently Jamie found it funny. He was making a cute little face too - hopefully not one that meant he had pooped his diaper - and he couldn't help but smile more at his son. His son always made him smile, no matter how bleak and grim things got, Jamie was a little ray of hope and light and sunshine and joy and all of those positive hippie terms. It was part of the reason why Jack wanted to shelter Jamie from the worst of the world as much as he could - to keep him the sweet little innocent guy, to keep his soul pure and untainted. They were all damned - but Jamie didn't have to be. He gave Tatiana's hand a squeeze, knowing that she most likely wasn't happy to not be in the same room as Jamie. 	

	[color=00ff00]"I got this, solovey - you rest up, and if Riley and Thalia don't let ya sleep when ya want to, let me know,"[/color] he said. His wife deserved a good night's sleep. He doubted Tatiana had gotten one since Newnan fell. Between the apocalypse a newborn baby, shuteye wasn't the easiest thing to come by. However, his jaw dropped as he saw a man enter the room - one he hadn't seen in a long time. Tatiana had never said what happened to Froggy, meaning that he had assumed that the closest thing he ever had to a father had died. It was just a part of this life. He wondered for a moment if he was hallucinating again, having experienced hallucinations of his dead girlfriend before Newnan fell... 

	[color=00ff00]"...Dad?"[/color] Jack blurted, his mind short circuiting slightly and just spitting up that word to call Froggy by. He had always called him Froggy or Victor, whatever he preferred but... Never did he actually bust out the D word, so to speak. But seeing the closest thing he had to a father, back from the dead, and holding his own son in his arms? It was throwing his mind for a loop and he could only just stare at Froggy. He so desperately hoped that he was real and not a hallucination - but he didn't know if he could trust his own mind right then. [color=00ff00]"Solovey... You seein' what I'm seein'?"[/color] he then asked softly.