[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]
https://78.media.tumblr.com/85b1d99e40c547d7e771e7688130f28a/tumblr_ojog8uNf9k1qdhps7o2_r1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10)
[color=steelblue][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Leadership [/center][hr][hr]

	The night pressed onward, as night tended to do. The occasional shuffle of one of the Dead passing through the area piqued the survival oriented parts of Ash's psyche, like the reflex of an underused muscle. Living in the relative safety of his well-appointed house in Newnan hadn't made him soft, not by any means. Quite the contrary, being in a place like that where survival of self and community was still paramount, but there were numerous opportunities to train, improve, and reflect might have just made him stronger for it. The loss of it all was still a raw wound and likely would be for a long time yet, just as losing his family's place in Virginia was a thing he still mourned, albeit less with the passing of time and the experiences since. 

	The years since the Outbreak had given Ash a somewhat improved sense of time. Necessity was funny like that. He could tell, give or take, the passage of an hour. He still wanted to get a watch for occasions like this, no doubt. One of those wind-up kinds, old fashioned, with a minimal of moving parts. Antiquated tech, even back Before, so the chances of coming across one that functioned was slim these days. Then again, even if he found one, how would he set it? It's not like he could pass by the electronic billboard at the bank and get the time from there, nor could he turn on a cell phone and get the time from it, either. 

	Still, Ash was perfectly capable of telling when his turn at watch was up. It was about time to get, or try to get, a little sleep. Tomorrow was going to be the start of a harrowing chapter in everyone's life. Supplies would run out. People would be lost. Hunger, pain, panic. Despair. Right now, they had safety. They had some food, water, ammunition. They were in good health. It was a better start than most had. That being true for the present, it was equally true that it [i]would[/i] get worse. Sighing, Ash rose from the box he had been sitting upon, took a last look trough a crack between boards in the window, and turned to wake Riley for her turn at watch. 

	Ash knelt at the couch that the young lady had chosen as her resting spot for the evening. He put a hand on her shoulder and shook gently, trying to rouse her without stirring anyone who was lucky enough to be getting some sleep at that moment. [color=steelblue]"Riley?"[/color] he whispered, [color=steelblue]"Come on superstar, it's your turn at watch."[/color] Following this, he returned to the recliner he had appropriated for himself earlier and settled in, trying like hell to relax enough to slip away from reality. He clicked on the safety of his weapon and set it on his stomach, one hand still resting upon it. Eventually, his eyes did close. 

	


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=dc143c]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/grimm/images/1/1b/Trubel.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150329231443&path-prefix=es[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] Eden, Doors across from Fitness
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] Survival [hr][hr][/center]

	The bullets tore through Thalia's flesh, ripping open two lines in her side. She grunted out a cry of pain before biting it short. Even though she could feel the damp vitality of her blood running down her body, Thalia could tell that her injuries could have been [i]so[/i] much worse than they actually were. She had ripped skin that burned from the friction caused by two pieces of exothermically flung metal. Not even deep enough for a through & through, certainly not a matter for a wound spreader and forceps later on. One thing did irk the bejeezus out of her, moreso than the injury. 

	[color=dc143c]"That... was my [i]favorite jacket[/i], [u]asshole[/u]!"[/color] 

	Still, she berated herself on the choice of tactic she had used that led to her and Beatrice's fresh set of hurts. It was a tactic she had used before to decent effect, holding her guns at the ready and waiting for the unwary to poke their heads out and into an obvious trap, just to ventilate said persons' cranium. Apparently, the people of Eden had seen this used before and instinctively knew how to counter it. Fuckers. And naturally, [b]that[/b] was the cue for Alexander's gun to explode. Just peachy. Why in the hell would he pack an exploding gun, anyway? It frustrated Thalia to no end. Unfortunately, she didn't have the time to get into the subtleties and philosophies not letting one's weapon detonate in one's hands, seeing as there were still people trying to kill them. She didn't really blame them so much. She [i]was[/i] trying to kill all of them first, after all. To hell with it. They deserved it. 

	Thalia's mind slipped back to Thana's words about a second before she got shot. [color=dc143c]"Hells yeah we're finishing this shit, Navy."[/color] she said through clenched teeth. Alexander wasn't in much of a position to react to Thana's request, but she could. Thalia's Glock slid into her holster on the small of her back. She sidestepped behind the old soldier, snatching Gavin's pack from him as he uttered a pain-inspired flurry of racial epithets and expressions of extreme disappointment at his present set of circumstances. She slid around the corner, behind Thana this time, holding the pack out for her. 

	The thought suddenly hit her about the same time as she slid to a stop - this was one of her favorite shirts, too. [color=dc143c]"Make'em pay."[/color]