[h1][b][i][color=SeaGreen][center] Billie Atwood [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A[/center]
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Before entering the gas station, Billie lingered on the military jets flying towards New York. She didn't recognize the type of jet. Would they fire on U.S. citizens with this level of outbreak? How high on the chain of command did the orders come from to destroy the bridges? Too many questions. Right now, they needed to get supplies and stick together. Half the aisles were ransacked to oblivion, she wouldn't help. "Flashlights, batteries, antibiotics, water." Time for the buddy system.

Inside, Billie kept a close distance to June at the beginning. The first stop was at the snack aisle. June was stockpiling on gummy worms and other snacks as though there would never be anymore. Wanting to feel useful, she grabbed one of the remaining gummy worm packages. If June ever ran through her cache, which seemed likely, it would be a nice present. She followed June towards the electronics section. Finally. Billie grabbed two flashlights and their respective batteries. One for her and the other as a spare. Right as Billie looked up, June was halfway across the store towards the energy drinks. There goes the buddy system.

Billie tossed her pack of gummy worms in her basket before grabbing a case of water bottles. She lifted the case onto her shoulder to carry with one hand semi-free. She headed towards the gas station's questionable medicinal aisle. She grabbed a handful of pill bottles: aspirin, Advil, flu medicine, and some cough drops. Not perfect against human rabies, but what could you do? Nearby was a man with a bite mark examining the gauze. Open wound. Bleeding. This man was a walking contamination for this strain of rabies to Billie. She turned to Lex and whispered to prevent the man from hearing. [color=SeaGreen]"Hey, don't get too close. The blood might be infectious."[/color] She headed to the checkout line. In a hurry, she slapped down enough cash to pay for her goods and some extra. With her flashlights, water, and medicine, she rushed back to the MRAP.


[h1][b][i][color=lightskyblue][center] Diane Foster [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A[/center]
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The past five hours were a blur to Diane. Four hours ago her school underwent a lock-down with maniacs rushing around attacking each outside. In the last hour, hysterical family members breached the school entrance to find their children before...before they started ripping each other. The police couldn't stop them all. Diane found herself running home until [i]Paul[/i] intercepted her. Three days ago she received a notice that Paul appealed the court's custody decision. This prick (excusing her language) couldn't live without finding a way to damage AJ's and Diane's life even more. If it weren't for AJ's life in danger, she would have spit on Paul's face and slammed the door. At least, she would want to. Knowing Paul, he would twist every interaction with Diane to make her sound like an irresponsible mother unfit to raise AJ. 

[color=lightskyblue]"It would be so much easier if you let me call AJ on your phone! Keep your eyes on the road!"[/color] Diane didn't like raising her voice, even at Paul, but in her frantic state all the manners were tossed by the wayside. [color=lightskyblue]"Okay the tracker app shows AJ near the Caldwell Mini Mart! It's only a mile away."[/color] Diane rose her head as the two passed near a military vehicle parked by a gas station. [color=lightskyblue]"Paul, Paul, look!"[/color] She pointed to the MRAP. [color=lightskyblue]"Maybe they can help us!"[/color]