[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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With Lex's suggestion of Isaac's condition being heat related, Billie brought the man another water bottle from their storage. Panic attack mixed with riding in this hot box could lead to his condition. She glanced at the separate water bottle Kali brought Isaac only a few minutes ago. [color=SeaGreen]"I know you have water to drink, but here is some more to cool you down. Apply some to the back of your neck or splash your face. It could help cool you down."[/color] She forced a smile to Isaac as she set it down next to him. If Isaac was wounded, she couldn't see any sign of it. Billie placed a hand on the back of her neck and squeezed. This happened before, especially back in the chemical labs in school. Sometimes one of her classmates would forget to properly vent the experiment leading to dizziness. Heatstroke became commonplace in the hot summers back in Arkansas too. The sooner they reached the lodge, the safer they would be. As Isaac turned to speak to Kali in a private manner, she turned away to address the group.

As Flynn, Lex, and June each argued to let the officers in, she kept a hand near her hammer as she backed up to block the MRAP doors. She didn't plan on using the hammer. Attacking the group would be a surefire way of getting her left alone in those streets with those [i]things[/i], but she wanted to feel safe in some way. If they forced the doors open, would the cops turn on the group for locking them out? Cops be damned, she didn't trust them anyways.[color=SeaGreen]"Are you fucking kidding me? Y-Y-Y-You want to let them in? How the fuck do you think it is spreading?"[/color] Billie yelled at the group. [color=SeaGreen]"Have you forgotten the past four years, ya idiots? Covid! We had covid-fucking-nineteen! Whatever that is,"[/color] she gestured out the door, [color=SeaGreen]"it's...it's...the military is bombing the bridge to New York for god's sake! We can't risk letting them in. We need to quarantine ourselves."[/color] As her fist clenched, she took in a deep breath trying to calm herself. [color=SeaGreen]"We're not voting."[/color]


[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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Her daughter was alive, thank God AJ was still safe. Even though the speaker was on so Paul could listen in, she still turned to him to repeat the information. [color=lightskyblue]"Do you have that Paul? At the mini-mart, next to a boba place, Trinity Academy is right there next to it."[/color] She gestured to Paul to start driving. [color=lightskyblue]"We should be right there, sweetheart. Keep talking on the phone, keep telling us anything going on, we should be there in just one minute."[/color] Diane anxiously shuffled her seat on the verge of tears. AJ was so close but still too far away. [color=lightskyblue]"AJ, AJ, who is Kaitlyn and Shin-ae? Are they your friends? Are they from the team? And who are they talking to? Who is it?"[/color]

Diane grabbed her backpack into her lap hoping it would contain something useful inside. The history textbook and work laptop took up a bulk of the space, what could they be used for? She fumbled through her purse for her pepper spray. Diane clutched it tightly in her free hand ready to spray those freaks outside. Memories of those people rushing into the school flooded back. How could they storm the school sustaining such injuries? Would pepper spray even work?