[color=lightgray][table][row][/row][row][cell][sup][color=f1c40f][h1]☠ πšƒπš†π™³: πšˆπšŽπšŠπš› 6 π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 1[/h1][/color] ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/sup] [color=f1c40f][b]Location:[/b][/color] Camp Mexico Beach [color=f1c40f][b]Weather Forecast:[/b][/color] Dawn at 7:13 A.M. - Dusk at 6:30 P.M. - High: 71F, Low: 59F - Winds SW at 3mph - Gusting to 14mph - Clear Throughout The Day - Cloud Cover: 19% - Visibility: 10miles. [color=f1c40f][b]Notes:[/b][/color] [/cell][cell][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] February 21st, 2013 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [img]https://i.ibb.co/Z8ZhzvZ/Zombies-Ahead.jpg[/img] [/center][/cell][/row][/table][center][sup]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/sup][/center] [color=f1c40f][b]The Beach:[/b][/color] The Professor looked up from her paperwork from time to time to check on the kids over all. Things were going smoothly if a little noisy for her personally but that was to be expected. While the winter wasn't a hard one for them it did rain a lot which meant the kids were inside a lot of the time and beach time had been cut down to nearly nothing until today. It was to be expected that they had a lot of energy pent up and needed to burn it off. It was one of the reasons that this little outing had been planned. As long as no one was bleeding or drowning she wasn't about to say anything. No reason to dampen the day. They needed this, everyone did. As Amelia came over she looked back up from her paperwork once again. "Nikki is struggling with her classes and failed some of her finals for this past semester. I don't believe it is because she can't understand the material, just that she doesn't want to do the work for some reason or other. Manny and Nigel have said they will talk to her but if you want to join in on it, feel free to speak to her later. She won't listen to me, I get an eye roll," she said before resting her hands on top of her papers as the winds picked up a little. "Though might want to see how things go with Nigel and Manny first, she might feel attacked if anymore speak to her currently." Looking down at her watch the checked the time. "Another hour and we should get the kids back to their homes so they can clean up before dinner. [color=f1c40f][b]The Jail:[/b][/color] Nikki stood there as Manny spoke before smirking. [color=f26522]"Maddog is one of the oldest here and I'd put him against anyone but hey, you wanna place your skeet shooting against him I'd pay to see that,"[/color] she laughed before plopping down. [color=f26522]"But no, was just meaning you aren't part of Safety and Security,"[/color] she added as she tucked her legs under neath herself. Then he hit her with the real reason he was there. Nikki had gotten a little better about holding her tongue but she completely failed at hiding her facial expressions. The eye roll was dramatic as was the scowl. She was not happy to be confronted about this. She knew she had failed the tests. She knew before she had even gotten the grades back the day before. She had known when she turned them in that it would have taken a miracle for her to pass. What she hadn't expected was Manny showing up asking about it. Picking at a spot of fluff on the couch, Nikki shrugged. [color=f26522]"Don't have anything to tell. I took the tests, I failed. No big mystery,"[/color] she said in a snarky voice. [color=f26522]"Don't matter anyways. I will either retake the class next semester or just take something else. What's the big deal? Ain't like I need to know the area of a triangle or how to write a paper on the history of plumbing to kill a Deadie."[/color] [color=f1c40f][b]Medical:[/b][/color] Mary nodded and let Lisa take care of things. She had a few more batches of blood work to finish today and Doc needed the results. "If you need me I will be in the lab." It wasn't long until she was down in the basement doing just that. One of the computers beeped and the results came up on the monitor. Her eyes darted over the numbers that were being displayed. Shaking her head, she sighed. "This isn't good," she said to herself as she started writing down the results on their handmade charts. They used to try to print them up and while paper wasn't a hard thing to come by, printer ink had become so. It was just more responsible doing it this way. Jotting things down, she pushed away from her desk and stood up, heading back to the main floor to find doc. She didn't say anything, simply handing over the file. Doc looked over them and sighed. "We knew it was coming to this." Mary nodded. She did, but the camp didn't. "Have Lisa prepare a new room in the Hospice Ward," he said. "I will go inform him." Michael turned and headed out of the hospital. Mary sighed but nodded. She was glad she wasn't the one that had to deliver the news. She didn't exactly have the best bedside manner. Walking up to the next floor, she waited for Lisa to finish up with the patient she was dealing with. Once Lisa had come back into the hallway and the coast was clear she took a breath. "I need you to prepare a room in the Hospice Ward." The Hospice Ward, where little Lilly had been before she passed. It was the most comfortable ward in the their small hospital, set up for those there was no hope left for, meant to try to make them as comfortable as possible. "We should be getting a new patient this evening, if they cooperate." She rubbed her face. "We need to make The General as comfortable as possible." [color=f1c40f][b]Administration:[/b][/color] Dr. Freedman took a small breath, hoping that Hunter didn't end up shooting himself in the foot when he opened his mouth. He had come a long way since he the court martial but that was under a controlled environment with as little outside interference as possible with a trained psychologist. Being out again was like moving from the Pee Wee leagues to the Major Leagues overnight. This could end up blowing up horribly and the way Hunter started talking it didn't look like it would go well. He was still so unsure of how to deal with people in just general conversation and he seemed to be rambling a little. Granted it wasn't as bad as it could have been, he wasn't threatening anyone but then again this was supposed to be him at his best. Gunny sat there, listening and not interrupting. He simply sat there, watching Hunter as he listened, every so often picking up his pen and jotting something down in his file. When Hunter was done speaking he sat up a little more and flipped a page in the folder. Going over it for a moment before writing something and signing his name. Closing the cap on his pen and then shutting the file he sat back and looked Dr. Freedman. "I think we are done here, I don't need to see anything else," he stated flatly. Standing up, he picked up the file and handed it back to Freedman. Freedman quickly stood up and took the file. He looked worried. Stepping out from behind his desk he walked over to Hunter. Freedman was quickly opening to the file to see what was added to it. Gunny didn't wait for Freedman to find it, he simply stated it. "It is the decision of Administration that Hunter Monroe is to begin a 60 day probationary period, he will return to Supply for duties starting tomorrow. Residence will continue to be in the Ward in the Hospital, at night it will be in usual lock down. During the day he will be free to come and go as he needs or pleases. Any further infractions, even the smallest, will result in immediate eviction or execution depending on the gravity of the situation. No weapons or access to them shall be granted, nor will any training sessions until 60 probationary period has concluded successfully." Holding his hand out to Hunter, he added one more thing, "Good luck son." Over in the Generals Office, Aeron took the list and nodded. "I think we can make that happen, I will make sure that Auntie get the list and informs the supply teams when they go out on runs," he said as he read over it a few more times. "I am not seeing a problem with any of these requests, seems rather standard," he added before placing the paper down. Lifting a brow, he nodded slightly. The two of them had talked a lot over the last few months but for Aeron things were starting to run together. It wasn't anything against Alexander, Aeron was just having a harder and harder time keeping his mind focus over the last weeks. Aeron sat up a bit more and gave his attention as best he could to his friend. "Then let us talk," he said but only a few short seconds before there was a knock at his door. "In just a moment," he added as he looked towards Alexander. Turning his head slightly he spoke up as best he could and straightened himself in case it was someone that didn't know about his condition, which was most of the camp. "Yes?" Doc opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him. "Aeron, sir, it's time," he said as he held a file in his hand. He looked distraught with having to give the general words like this. "Are you sure?" Aeron asked, hoping that there was another route. "Aeron, normally I am one to keep pushing but the numbers don't lie. You need to be moved to hospice as soon as possible. I promised to let you go as long as you could out of the hospitals direct care but we've reached that time. You wanted just enough time to say goodbye." Micheal sighed and held the file out, the General shook his head. He didn't need to see the paperwork. He trusted Michael for one, and two he didn't know the medical meanings behind the numbers. "Very well," Aeron said as he stood up and picked up his cane. "Sir, let me go get a wheelchair," Michael said quickly. "No, I will not let the camp see him being pushed in a wheelchair. They will have enough to deal with soon enough. Thank you Michael but Alexander will walk with me, we will be there shortly. Dismissed son," he said. Michael sighed but nodded before stepping out of the office and closing the door behind him. "Now, let's talk once I get settled in, would you walk with me?" Aeron asked his friend. [color=f1c40f][b]Gaskins Still (Intersection of 381 & 71):[/b][/color] The Bus pulled to a stop at the corner of two highways in front of a food mart that looked rather worse for the wear. Everyone disembarked the bus and it was locked up tight. [b][i]"Remember your teams are to stay together. We have 2 observers per team, observer pairs cannot split up as they serve different purposes, so if a member of your team breaks away they will not be observed. Basic Military Procedure for a small squad,"[/i][/b] Maddoc barked out to both groups as he saw Team B already splitting up before they even had gotten out of the parking lot. Shaking his head he looked at Hank before looking at Team A. [b][i]"Alright Team A, you are working North first. That means that food mart is your jurisdiction. Move out,"[/i][/b] Maddoc said to them as he held a clipboard. Hank had one as well. Maddoc was there to judge their abilities, Hank was there to judge their mental status under pressure. (We will begin random encounters soon, this round you are to assess the location. Location can be brought up on Google Maps. Line of sight is showing nothing and no walkers at this time. Now, until I post the Random Encounters Table later this week just go off of this - Each person roll 1d100 - 1-25 you spot a walker, 26-50 is two walkers, 51-75 a shot is fired and hits at your feet, there is a person on top of a building trying to pick you off, 76-99 - there is nothing going on, 100 there is a group of 10 walkers coming from the tree line. Remember to use skills, all skills at this point are considered combat since you are in a military set up situation for judging. Keep in character. You may roll against abilities if you are unsure how your character would react to something.) [/color]