[h1][b][i][color=CornflowerBlue][center]Jack Landry[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[i]Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A[/i][hr][hr][/center]

Jack exhaled, relief flooding his body at the sound of Claire’s voice. She was alive, and at that moment, it didn’t matter that the world was on the brink of collapse. The whole damn thing could come tumbling down, just as long as his daughter was safe. In truth, there hadn’t been time to consider the alternative in all the chaos. Maybe that was for the best. It kept him motivated… [i]sane[/i]. He wouldn’t have made it this far without that spark of hope.

[color=CornflowerBlue]"I’m… fine, honey,"[/color] Jack relayed in a steadier tone, a hint of a smile evident on his features. [color=CornflowerBlue]"I was able to get across before the military took out the bridges. I found a small group of survivors, and we’ll be heading north."[/color]

He paused, inclining his head to regard the group gathered around the car that AJ’s parents had arrived in. They were still engaged in conversation, and he noted that Shin-ae had now joined them. For a moment, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of Jack’s stomach, as if he were being isolated from the rest of the group and could potentially miss out on a crucial decision. It was a childish notion, and it probably shouldn’t bother him, especially since he was the newcomer to the group. Nevertheless, he found himself instinctively stepping forward to close the gap between them.

[color=CornflowerBlue]"You’re still in Boston, right?"[/color] Jack continued after clearing his throat. He noted the cacophony of voices in the background for the first time, prompting a frown. [color=CornflowerBlue]"And you’re… [i]safe[/i] at this shelter? Do they have procedures in place in case those creatures show up? And to quarantine the sick? I just—"[/color] He scoffed and shook his head. [color=CornflowerBlue]"Sorry… It’s just good to hear your voice."[/color]