[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]: Outside Building One (Medical)[/center][hr][hr]	Jack felt relieved to hear Tatiana's voice. Nothing seemed out of place on her end, at the very least. Forcing himself to smile, despite it coming out more as a grimace, Jack replied quickly. [color=00ff00]"I'm on route,"[/color] he said, the Boston accent coming through slightly. Clipping his radio on his belt, Jack made his way towards his house as quickly as he could. It was a brisk jaunt through the parking lot by building E, followed by going south on Jefferson Street. With each step that took him closer to Tatiana, Jack felt more relieved and more nervous. He wasn't sure how to have this conversation with her. 

	On the bright side, Dick's voice seemed to be remaining quiet. Maybe it had been his imagination that he hallucinated it? Could you imagine that you saw something that wasn't there? Was that possible? He paused for a moment in the middle of the road, not certain anymore about what to do. If it was nothing, should he worry Tatiana? Should he mention it to her? Or should he just brush it off, pretend it was fine, and get Ash's appointment scheduled for him as requested? 

	He stood still for another thirty seconds, before deciding it was safer that Tatiana knew. Forcing himself to walk forward, Jack entered his home, knocking a bit on the door to announce his presence. He wasn't sure if Tatiana and Ray were in the middle of a session or something. 

	 [color=00ff00]"Solovey? Need to talk to ya,"[/color] Jack called out, looking around the house for his wife. He wasn't sure if his descent into insanity was something Ray wanted to know about. It felt like something best kept between Tatiana and himself. [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]: Near 545 Corinth Rd, Newnan: In the woods. (Not far from the Coweta County Water Authority)[/center][hr][hr]	Beatrice couldn't help but hear Gavin's exclamation. From the way he was talking, she expected either a walker was in there with them or someone had insulted the state of Texas. His accent spoke volumes, almost as much as his actual words did, about him. But given that James had just seen a ghost and she had seen Bryn, Beatrice couldn't help but imagine that Gavin had seen something similarly shocking. It would also explain why Ryan had gone off on his own for a moment. 

	But for such a rapid collapse in sanity for four people that all happened around the same time? That seemed suspicious as hell. The only conclusion Beatrice could come up with is that they had all been drugged. She thought about it and determined that it likely came from the food at the wedding the night before. And if that was the case, they would be hallucination free in the next day or so. She wasn't an expert on biology or chemistry--she just doubted the effects of any drug would last much longer than a day. Otherwise, drug dealers would've gone out of business long ago. People would need less hits. 

	In light of that, Beatrice decided to keep her theory to herself. If she was right, it'd be a pleasant surprise that they weren't all going insane. And if she was wrong, then she wouldn't have gotten anyone's hopes up in the first place. [color=#23D5B7]"Thanks. You're a real friend, James,"[/color] Beatrice replied. James seemed to be doing better already, already going on about inventory and the likes. Maybe they all had been drugged after all and it was a temporary effect. Or James could be trying to appear more normal before he slaughtered them all.[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe[/color] & [color=00ccff]Ravi[/color][/h1][img]https://s26.postimg.org/h9j0x6jah/cravi.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location[/b]: Building One (Medical)[/center][hr][hr]	Ravi nodded. It was rare for anyone to be able to make much of anything these days. He used to know someone who was especially talented at synthesis--give her a formula and she'd be able to figure out how to make it within a day or so. He hadn't seen her for over a year before the outbreak and he couldn't remember any pieces of wisdom she had mentioned. At this point, he'd need to have a procedure written up in front of him, go over it for an hour, before he could try to make anything. A run would be best. He glanced up as Chloe came down the stairs, the ginger girl turning to look towards Froggy as her name was mentioned. 

	[color=ff6600]"Yeah, they had a shit ton of stuff,"[/color] Chloe mentioned with a shrug. Her own chemistry skills had long since left her memory. Once she made it through Organic Chemistry, that was it for the Pre-Med track. All of the pointless memorization had faded over the years until there was nothing left. The only chemicals she had good knowledge of were recreational drugs--those weren't generally the sort of thing used in embalming. 

	[color=ff6600]"Fucking cat almost got us killed,"[/color] Chloe added with a slight chuckle.