[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/fc919d328046efa51637b4919940e914/tumblr_inline_nuo4kow2ON1qlt39u_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=00ff00]Location[/color][/b]: Building F (The Newnans' House) ---> Building 1 (Infirmary)[/center][hr][hr]	Jack stared at the blood on the floor for another minute, before drawing to the conclusion that he'd need to run over to supply and get some bleach to clean it up properly. Water and soap wouldn't do much beyond changing the appearance of the floor, and he figured that Tatiana would be busy for the next hour with preparation for a massive list of wellness interviews. He'd be able to clean it up with bleach after he checked in on her. 

	He shook his head slightly at the blood in the kitchen, trying not to think about the messed up situation going on in Newnan. But it was hard not to. Most of the people there had come from peaceful lives, and with the safety of the walls, they'd return to those ways with their previous sense of security. They hadn't all been military personnel, refuges, cops, private security, professional boxers...It couldn't be helped, the regression. It was normal and to be expected. 

	Those thoughts continued to trouble him as he left his house and headed up Jefferson Street, before cutting across to Lagrange near the South Apartments. It was a more or less direct route to his [i]wife[/i]--he still felt a little bit of happy shock when he realized Tatiana was his [i]wife[/i], not his fiancée. Eventually, he spotted a shock of red hair in the distance, heading to the infirmary. It could've been either of the two gingers assigned to help Froggy in the infirmary--Niesha or Chloe. A truck went by quickly as well and Jack grimaced slightly. It might have been his honeymoon, but he couldn't help but feel a little...[i]useless.[/i] Newnan was being put through her paces and he had spent the morning cleaning up glass from the kitchen floor. 

	[color=00ff00]"Froggy, Tati, you there?"[/color] Jack called out, as he knocked against the door of the infirmary. The place was Froggy's domain and he didn't want to get underfoot. Especially when it was his wife who needed medical care. Since the outbreaks, good doctors were hard to find and Froggy was one of the best for sure. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/e5d5fcaf9fbbd5644bd6848807e79e4c/tumblr_mus6alGv8a1rhs5nco4_r1_250.gif[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: Franklin Addition Building C3 (Beatrice's Apartment) ---> Heading down Lagrange Street[/center][hr][hr]	Beatrice slipped the compass into her pocket and opened the door, headed out towards Newnan proper. It used to be her profession, tracking and stalking individuals. She was paid to get inside of a person's mind and figure out where they would go, but computers tended to do most of the work for her. Quick checks online and she could usually get a location, and then send the client a bill for her services anyways. A girl had to make money somehow. 

	Riley hadn't mentioned where James would be, a fact that Beatrice found to be [i]incredibly[/i] helpful. But if she were about to be exiled for murder, Beatrice figured the first course of action would be to round up needed equipment and supplies. Some may have gone for more sentimental belongings, keepsakes stored in the home, but those didn't help against walkers. Still, James was a lead--he likely had some equipment stashed at his home. Heading there to look for him to hand off the compass seemed to be a fair bet. And if he wasn't there, she figured she'd run into someone from security who could point her in the right direction. 

	There was a fair amount of slush in the road, with the toe of Beatrice's shoe sending little pieces flying as she walked, her hands stuffed in her pockets. She was mildly hungry, but she had time to drop off the going away (likely to death) gift to James before eating. Riley was her boss, anyways, and she [i]knew[/i] that girl was likely going to be emotional. Hell, her secondary job required her to report to James anyways. It'd be odd, Newnan existing without James inside of the walls. It'd be a little emptier...probably a lot quieter, too. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/24549866ed143be11dbfc570a7ff8e12/tumblr_inline_nl7kc4WNy21rpdlxb.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Building 2 (Mess Hall)[/center][hr][hr]	Chloe giggled a bit at Riley's voracious appetite, noticing the way her sister was going to town on her food. It reminded her more and more of that previous memory, a memory that wouldn't just leave her alone. It was commonly accepted in camp that no one insulted the cook's food--otherwise, they wouldn't be fed. Period. The guards didn't care and if it went on long enough, the offender was taken away in a body bag, dead from starvation. She had only once seen it go that far, but with Riley eagerly eating the food, Chloe was reminded of one of the girls devouring food after being denied it for weeks. 

	She noticed the way Kris was playing with her food, of course. The girl had seen a lot, but Chloe couldn't help but feel that Kris was still a kid at heart--a kid who should've been spared from this sort of tragedy. [color=ff6600]"I'm...I'm not okay,"[/color] Chloe replied honestly, her fingers tightening slightly around her fork. [color=ff6600]"But that's fine, y'know? It's all kosher and shit to [i]not[/i] be fine after stuff like this."[/color] She wasn't opening up for herself, instead hoping that Amelia and Kristina would look a little less tortured, a little less morose. [color=ff6600]"Shit happens for reasons we don't understand...It's always got a way of going down, y'know? And there's not much we can do to stop it."[/color] 

	It felt a little strange, giving that advice to Kristina and Amelia. She used to say that all the time--[i]shit always has a way of going down.[/i] It had been ages since she voiced that sentiment, but after the events of this morning (especially in juxtaposition with the wedding) it rang true for her. Sometimes, things just had to happen and they couldn't be stopped. Tragedy would come no matter what, in one shape or another. 

	[color=ff6600]"But keep your chin up, yeah?"[/color] Chloe added, before spearing a piece of food with her fork. It was the most emotional sharing she had done in ages. Hell, the last time had been about four years ago, during her detox tour across America. And then before that, it had been when her friend Marc visited her in prison, attempting to help her sober up. But it took the world ending for her to get clean and she still hadn't learned to not bottle up her emotions. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Ravi Chakrabarti[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/f955c18e469843105dea0353ca9e8463/tumblr_inline_o9rxefr8wy1txmes7_250.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Northern Parking Lot of Building 4 (Repair Shop)[/center][hr][hr]	Ravi nodded, chuckling softly at Miss Sally's remarks. He understood the need to hide one's valuables, especially when it came to a proper cup of tea and accompanying treats. It was needed before the outbreak, that type of hoarding, and it was even more necessary now. He remembered all of the things he had hidden from Liv in the morgue, knowing that she would ruin them [i]somehow[/i] with her odd dietary pleasures. He could've sworn he caught her adding [i]hot sauce[/i] to tea once. 

	[color=00ccff]"Blimey,"[/color] Ravi muttered under his breath, watching alongside Miss Sally as Ash ran off in a huff, followed by Commander Martin. There was definitely more to this situation than met the eye, and Ravi couldn't hope that the Captain's anger merely had to do with the murders. He didn't want to entertain the notion that Gavin had been the cause of it, but he wouldn't have been that surprised if Gavin was. Ravi imagined his friend was the type to get into fights at pubs quite often before the world had gone to hell. 

	[color=00ccff]"Well, if you ever are in close proximity to one that could rival mine, I would be perfectly fine with you destroying the competition,"[/color] Ravi joked, returning Gavin's hug. His smile faded as his friend tipped his hat towards Miss Sally and left, leaving the pair of them still at the scene of the crime. It wasn't like Ravi had much of a clue where Miss Sally's home was, so he looked at her for direction. For all he knew, she lived inside the building the murder had happened at--though he sincerely doubted it. She hadn't come from inside the shop.