<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Madelyn Kovac<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone, Tristyn, Michael,<br/><br/>As Michael touched her hand, Madelyn's heart leapt and sank at the same time. He had an aura of sadness that was nearly tangible. She wasn't sure if anyone else was able to feel it, but just touching him made her want to cry. She just wanted to take him into her arms and lie to him that everything was beautiful and wonderful and perfect. Instead, she nodded silently in response to his simple but heartfelt thanks.<br/><br/>She had to find a way to shoulder some of his burden for him, but decided for now all she could do was pitch in when he suggested they unload the cars. He squeezed her hand as he released it and she walked towards the truck. She looked around at their rag-tag group and smiled serenely. Somehow, she had a good feeling they could make a go of this.<br/><br/>From the vehicle she made sure to retrieve her buried backpack, but her bike was still beneath the rest of the gear they'd found. She decided to leave it for now and grabbed the food she'd gathered earlier instead.<br/><br/>A disturbing thought now crept into Madelyn's mind and given the circumstances of the last few hours she wasn't even sure it was her own.<em>"I would die for him."</em>The words echoing in her mind made her shudder and nearly drop the box of food she was carrying. She recovered easily and reflected on the many reasons she might one day utter that phrase.<em>Dying's a bit harsh isn't it? And who's him?</em>'Him' could mean anyone of the male part of the species... It could be a profession of faith and devotion, or a literal request to become a martyr.<br/><br/>She shrugged off the thought. Sometimes strange thoughts were just that - strange thoughts. The fun-size Kit-Kats were still on top of the box she carried and she absentmindedly grabbed another and stuck it between her lips. The satisfying crunch of the candy bar both soothed her nerves and gave her much needed sugar based fuel. She looked at the sky and guessed that it wasn't even lunch yet. If not for the apocalypse, she'd probably be in AP English right now. They were supposed read their assigned sonnets today. Ever the actress, she'd even memorized hers... What would happen to literature in a world where they were fighting to survive? What would happen to Shakespeare?<br/><br/>She carried her cargo towards where Jack was and would follow him inside. The apartment probably wasn't as small as it seemed but with so many bodies and so much gear, any place could look too small.<br/><br/>Madelyn briefly considered her bicycle in the bed of the truck. She couldn't remember if she saw anyone grab it so she went down the stairs once more to find that Tristyn was already in the process of 'securing the perimeter' - He was certainly making himself an asset to their little group. She gave him a nod and decided that her bicycle should be just fine. The bed of the truck was covered and she was sure Chrissa would keep an eye on her vehicle. She re-entered the apartment and gave a friendly wave to the black haired beauty that was Jack's girlfriend. She could remember seeing her at school occasionally, but got the feeling she missed or skipped a lot.<strong>"I'm Madelyn. Sorry that we've intruded." </strong>