.<br/>.<br/><u><b>Rosalind and Logan</b></u><br/><br/>As Logan moved forwards, the knife in his hand, he saw a pair of walkers pass a heavy stand of shrubs. From where he was standing he could see the creatures move away, their halting steps loud and clumsy. He could also see a glimpse of a person hiding in the shrubs. She was obviously hiding, and she, from the curve of her ass as she laid on her stomach, watching the undead creatures pass, and also from the trembling way she was holding the knife in her hand.<br/><br/>Rosalind's spot on the ground was cold and wet, the mud from the recent rains soaking through her clothing. The two walkers moved away and for a moment there was quiet. Then a soft 'snap' of a twig behind her sounded, and possibly drew her attention. If she were to chance looking behind her she might catch a glimpse of a tall, rugged man behind her.<br/><br/><u><b><br/>
Naomi, Adelle and Dr. Beauman</b></u><br/><br/>Somehow the three had gotten separated from Logan in the chaos.  Dr. Beauman stayed near Adelle and Naomi, though he kept calling out for his daughter. Eventually he got winded and quieted down so he could save his breath for running. Finally it seemed as if the three were going to get a break when they found a small cabin-like structure ahead of them.  "Let's run for it!" The old doctor was the slowest of them all, but with hope right in front of them his energy seemed to renew itself, and without waiting for agreement he started to run/hobble/hop towards the shelter.<br/><br/><b><u><br/>
Cameron, Blondie, and Eliza</u></b><br/><br/>Blondie asked if they should follow the stranger and Eliza shook her head. There was something about the guy that she didn't trust. "No.<i>You </i>can if you want, but I have to find my father. You're welcome to go with me or go with him."  She glanced down at the smaller woman. The man was starting to put distance between them and Blondie would have to make her choice soon.<br/><br/>In the distance Eliza thought she could hear her father's voice. She nocked an arrow and then started to walk in the direction of the voice, her weapon ready but the string not drawn. She had loyalties that she had to worry about; this new guy was just 'off', and his cavalier demeanor had given her the impression that he might have been mentally affected by the outbreak and the horrors associated with it.<br/><br/>Slowly but with determination she began to walk, allowing Blondie to make her choice which person to follow or if she wanted to head out on her own.