[h1][b][i][color=SeaGreen][center] Billie Atwood [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Lighthouse
Skills: N/A[/center]
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[color=SeaGreen]”True, true.”[/color] Billie said in response to their gunshot discussion. She turned her attention towards the window thinking about the past couple of nights. They haven’t heard any strange noises occurring outside their fortifications. Are there any other survivors outside of their encampment? Her thoughts came to a crashing halt as the silence was interrupted by mechanical whirring and buzzes. Billie glanced over towards the lighting mechanism brightening up the room before covering her eyes. [color=SeaGreen]”Dammit, that almost took my eyes out! They can warn us a bit beforehand!” [/color]

	Outside of the team neglecting to warn the two, she managed to let out a sigh of relief. They would need to test the machine during nighttime, but if it was now working, they might be able to communicate with the ships out at bay. If the lighthouse could be spotted across the island, it would alert others too. Maybe things could turn around after all? Billie turned to June to share her relief to see her friend in distress. 

[color=SeaGreen]“June…June what’s wrong?”[/color]. She reached forward to grab her by the shoulder before retracting her arm. Then June began flailing the pistol around towards the light. [color=SeaGreen]“June, what is going on with you?”[/color]. Billie scowled trying to find the words to get June to calm down and get the gun away from her. Why did she trust this dimwit with a gun anyways? Once her friend threw the pistol across the floor and fled downstairs, Billie rushed to the pistol. She turned on the safety before removing the bullets inside. [color=SeaGreen]”What the fuck is wrong with her?[/color] She muttered. 

[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 leaned against the wall gazing across their encampment. [color=lightskyblue] “I’ve tried keeping track of the days. I know it's been a month, but I can’t remember if today is Monday or a Wednesday.”[/color] How much longer do they have to wait? Shouldn’t the navy be doing something for them now? Her hopes for an escape diminished with each passing day. There were only so many times she could clean the same spec of stain off the floor. [color=lightskyblue]”Kaitlyn, do we have some sort of neighborhood watch or council?”[/color]