[center][h1][color=26b4cf]AJ Beaufort[/color][/h1]
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[i]Location: Beachside Cabin
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]
With her mother's approval, AJ left Kaitlyn and her mother alone and went to go hang out with the others—a group of fellow kids somewhere around her age, give or take a few years. As she approached the group, the first one to greet her had been Bryan, a boy that had only been a year younger than her. The two of them had played together here and there, though admittedly AJ hadn't known much about him.   

He did seem nice, though.

[color=26b4cf]"Hey Bryan,"[/color] AJ replied. She pushed the worried thoughts of her father away, and forced a friendly smile. [color=26b4cf]"I'm doing alright. How about you?"[/color]

It had been a total lie. There was absolutely no way she was doing fine. There was no way [i]any[/i] of them could claim they were. Certainly not the adults, much less the kids. How many of them had lost a friend or a family member in the chaos? They all had been witness to the carnage that took place, and were lucky just enough to be alive.

But maybe a friendly soccer match could help calm the nerves—something to distract AJ from the very real threat outside those walls, but also her father's whereabouts.

[color=26b4cf]"Sure,"[/color] AJ answered. [color=26b4cf]"I can play for a bit. Whose team am I on?"[/color]