<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/JessicaDownes003.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Chrissa Williamson<br/><strong>Vehicle</strong>: White Rhino<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See picture. Also a black ball cap, hair pulled into ponytail.<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: High School Parking Lot<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Tristyn, Madelyn<br/><br/>Chrissa glanced sideways at Tristyn at his sarcastic reply. For a moment, she thought he might lose it, but then he made it clear he was just being...well, he'd said it, an "ass." She just bit her tongue, trying not to say anything that might exacerbate everyone's nerves. It would only get worse over the next couple days, she suspected. Right now, everyone--herself included--was in shock. They were operating on instinct, on what little knowledge of survival they'd obtained back when the world was still in one piece. Once they'd had time to realized that they were truly alone, that this wasn't just a passing nightmare, nerves would get even more frayed. Tempers would get short. Violence, even among those they now called allies, could become very real.<br/><br/><strong>"Ask me how I'm doing tonight, if we live that long,"</strong>she told Madelyn. She cast another glance at Tristyn, trying to evaluate how he was handling this. He of all people she would've ordinarily trusted to handle himself in a situation like this. She didn't really know him, but it was obvious he'd had some training, physically at any rate. And the way he held her gun seemed to indicate he'd had some sort of military-type training as well, even if it wasn't official. But training was all well and good when there were no mental and emotional stressors in place. You could look at a guy who seemed rock solid in every way...and then watch him shatter into uselessness the moment he was put under stress. She'd have to watch Tristyn very carefully over the next few days.<br/><br/>She looked in the rear view mirror to make sure the other vehicles were still with her. As she did, she caught a good look of Madelyn. She studied the girl in the mirror, trying to get a feel for her as well. She was pretty, and looked somewhat street-smart, but she was also acting kind of funny at times. Chris had caught little facial expressions, the whispers to Michael, the looks she gave him...something was going on beneath the girl's surface, and Chris wanted to know what it was.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh shit!"</strong>she exclaimed,<strong>yanking the wheel hard to the left as she almost missed her turn. The comparatively light bed of the pickup truck fishtailed and swung around hard</strong>, and it would probably toss Madelyn around a bit unless she was wedged in tight.<strong>Chrissa wrestled with the wheel to get the truck under control again, heading in the right direction</strong>.<strong>"Sorry! Sorry!"</strong>she called.<strong>"Everybody okay?"</strong><br/><br/>--------<br/><strong>*Bold black</strong>= actions other vehicles in convoy will see.