[center][h1][color=26b4cf]AJ Beaufort[/color][/h1]
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[i]Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]
It seemed like her mother hadn't heard what she said. Someone had gotten hurt, and it had been all AJ's fault. Her mother had glossed over it like Shin-ae's condition, or her broken bike, didn't matter. Instead, all concern was swept up into a fury, wherein her mother continuously focused on status updates. That they weren't going to be much further out. That they were going to be there soon. Although AJ was glad her parents were on their way, in the end, she was forced to put aside her concerns for Shin-ae and the woman's bike—at least until her parents arrived.

Thankfully, it hadn't been long before her parents did pull up to the street they had been waiting at. As soon as her father's 2019 BMW 3 Series came to a stop, her mother had leapt out of the vehicle, and raced towards AJ. 

[color=26b4cf]"Mom?"[/color] 

AJ ran in kind to her mother, eagerly returning the wide bear hug her mother had given. She didn't want to let go of her mother. She felt safe in her arms, as if the last hour or so hadn't existed. There was no one being violently murdered. No one screaming for their life. It was just the two of them—and her dad, of course.

Her mother then insisted they go home, back to their apartment and hide until everything blew over. AJ did want to go home, having wanted to ever since the bus bloodbath. However, AJ wasn't keen on the idea. Although the apartment had been a home every other week to AJ, it was tiny, in a busy area of town, and had several families living alongside them in the same complex. What if one of them were... [i]sick[/i], like the one that killed Coach Everett? She had seen how quickly the violence spread first-hand; how fast people turned on each other. They couldn't hide in a packed apartment building with tons of people nearby.

Dad's house had to be more safe. His house was bigger. Had less people around. If anyone could keep them safe, he could.

[color=26b4cf]"I,"[/color] AJ began, [color=26b4cf]"I think we should go to dad's, mom. He doesn't have as many neighbors as you do."[/color]

She looked towards her father, hoping for his approval. 
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[color=7E8C54]Alexis "Lex" Karczewski[/color][/h1]
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[i]Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]A piece of Lex felt guilty as Billie began to quiet. She knew that the woman had their best interests in heart. No one wanted to be mauled to death, or be have whatever... this [i]thing[/i] was passed onto them. That was an entire reasonable thing to ask for. But they couldn't just abandon these people, even if they were infected. People weren't a tool to just be abandoned past its usefulness. All they were looking out for their own survival, without a single care if the roles were reversed.

Sighing, Lex was at a loss as what to do. She rolled her hand through her messy hair. They weren't going to find middle ground, as far as she could see. No one was going to win this argument. But then, Flynn had an idea, piggybacking off June as he pointed to the trailer outside.

It could work. Maybe, she could only hope.

[color=7e8c54]"It's an option."[/color] Lex admitted as she glanced around the group. She hoped Gus in particular would be onboard, as he had been the most vocal so far. [color=7e8c54]"It keeps them quarantined without us having to leave them behind. And if anyone does happen to [i]turn[/i] into one of those... things, the restraints should stop them from hurting anyone else."[/color]

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[color=a52a2a]Kali Nordstrom[/color][/h1]
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[i]Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]As Liana asked what they should do, Kali was at a loss. Hiding Isaac's bite was a death sentence for each and everyone in the vehicle. On the other hand, bringing it up was likely to make things much, much [i]worse[/i]. People were already hot headed about leaving people behind, herself included. Announcing Isaac had been bit earlier in the day was likely to cause the tension to explode within the MRAP, perhaps in violence. Billie was already gripping her rock hammer, while guns were readily in reach for anyone to grab. All it took was for someone to get too hotheaded in the already cramped vehicle.

Kali bit her lip. Why couldn't Isaac have told her sooner? Why did he wait until now? She wanted to curse and scream, but instead internalized her frustration. There was no win-win, even with the suggestion Flynn provided. There was only lose-lose.

[color=a52a2a]"I'll... help. We just need to check for bites. That way, [i]everyone[/i], including those outside, stays safe."[/color] Kali spoke up, looking to Flynn. Perhaps he could help her with Isaac, even though locking him up in the trailer would cause even more issues than before. Still, something needed to be done about it. [color=a52a2a]"But how are we going to restrain them if they are bit?"[/color]