[h1][b][i][color=SeaGreen][center] Billie Atwood [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Paradiso Gym
Skills: N/A[/center]
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	Coming with her neverending asinine and unreasonable demands, June shoved a barely incomprehensible list into Billie’s hands. With the amount of times she’s been forced to play errand girl, Billie learned how to read June’s chicken scratch. [color=SeaGreen]A motor and a 3D printer? Do you see a horse and buggy, princess?[/color] She wanted to ask, but June would unlikely catch on to the sass. They would need a substantial amount of energy just to get five minutes worth of a print in. [color=SeaGreen]She’s just trying to be useful, Billie.[/color] Something she had to remind herself every day. A radio set would be nice to retrieve and get working. Medicine is always a priority. [color=SeaGreen]“I’ll try what I can.”[/color]

	She turned towards Maria and forced a smile. A lighthouse and World War 2 bunker sounded promising. Depending on the state of the bunker, could it be a worthwhile hideout than this beach? It would feel more secure than a tropical resort beach. [color=SeaGreen]“Y’know, June, it would be helpful to get an extra pair of hands. You will have better luck fixing the radio equipment than us.”[/color] If the tactful way didn’t work, she might have to resort to bullying or bargaining. To her surprise, Jeb offered his rifle to her. Billie patted her holstered handgun before reaching for Jeb’s rifle. [color=SeaGreen]“Mainly for hunting deer.”[/color]

[h1][b][i][color=lightskyblue][center] Diane Beaufort[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Beachside Cabin
Skills: N/A[/center]
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Diane held AJ close as she considered everything she could do for her. Should she join the supply runs? No. Diane couldn’t stomach facing the horde of walking corpses roaming the island. The thought of stabbing, hitting, or shooting one of those [i]things[/i] turned her stomach. With the kids around, maybe just watching over could help. What day was it? How long until the school year starts? Despite the horrors going on, they still needed an education. Before her thoughts spiraled out of control even more, a knock came at the door. 

[color=lightskyblue]”Hey, Kaitlyn.[/color] She stood up from the ground and gestured for Kaitlyn to come in. [color=lightskyblue]”Okay. Stay safe, AJ. Love you!”[/color] As AJ ran to play with the other kids, Diane turned towards Kaitlyn. Diane didn’t bother going through an extensive list. They all needed food, water, and medicine. So she tried to think of other essentials that might be forgotten about. [color=lightskyblue]“Most of the usuals. We can’t get too picky much now. Could you keep an eye out for tampons and pads while you’re out there?”[/color] As she watched AJ rush to play with the other kids, her mind couldn’t help but wonder what AJ was up to while she wasn’t around. [color=lightskyblue]”It wouldn’t be bad to find board games and cards too, for the kids.”[/color] Diane wrote down the list for Kaitlyn. A frown grew on her face. [color=lightskyblue]”How often do you run into other survivors?”[/color] If Paul became one of them, would they ever know?