[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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In a moment of adrenaline paired with panic, Billie stopped breathing while waiting for an infected casualty to rush towards them. Just one good swing against the head. If this rock hammer could bust through rock, it would bust through a skull just fine. When Kali placed a hand on Billie's shoulder she nearly jumped. Jolted back to attention, she took a deep breath. In and out. In and out. [color=SeaGreen]"You're right. You're right. I just didn't-"[/color], she paused. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to rush in to help. How could she just stand there doing nothing? 

As Lexi and June hopped back into the van, she eyed the haul. Junk food? Energy drinks? Sports drinks like Gatorade or Powerade she could understand, but not energy drinks. At least Kali brought water. Billie was about to complain when Gus beat her to it. She shook her head and clenched her fist. As the two reported the attack she began to look them up and down for injuries. Were either of them contaminated? How could they even tell? Billie grabbed the back doors of the MRAP and peered towards the gas station. [color=SeaGreen]"I'm glad you two made it back. Good job back there, Flynn. And June."[/color] She narrowed her eyes towards the gas station doors. A pair of sunglasses would be handy right now. [color=SeaGreen]"What is taking those cops so long?"[/color]




[h1][b][i][color=lightskyblue][center] Diane Foster [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Flashback, Few days before the Outbreak, Personal Apartment
Skills: N/A[/center]
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[color=lightskyblue]"That bastard![/color]

She didn't mean to throw the glass. She didn't mean to shatter it against the floor; yet, she needed to break something. Months and months and months of court hearings, packing up nearly twenty years away, arguing over what was hers and what was his, fighting for her child, for that cheating bastard to appeal the court order. AJ would be eighteen in two years, and that sick man still had to find a way to ruin her life. He couldn't wait? He couldn't allow Diane to be a mother for AJ? 

Diane sunk down sobbing onto the kitchen floor while gripping a paper towel roll. [color=lightskyblue]"He doesn't even love her. He never loved me.[/color] Despite all of Paul's attempts, she still got the better end of the deal in the court proceedings. [color=lightskyblue]"I'll use all of his goddamn money to pay for my goddamn lawyer."[/color] Diane reached for her phone wanting to call her lawyer, but as a sobbing mess, she couldn't muster the energy. [color=lightskyblue]"Was I never enough? I did everything for him and was I not enough?"[/color] She slumped onto the floor staring at the broken glass. [color=lightskyblue]"I hate him, I hate hime, I hate him..."[/color]