<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Madelyn Kovac<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student parking lot.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fitted heather gray hoodie hides a 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Functional Gray Sneakers peek out beneath her dark blue jeans.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Open.<br/><br/>A small gasp escaped Madelyn's lips as Michael's kaleidoscope eyes pierced into her own. They were both beautiful and frightful. Somehow staring into them reminded her of the coffee shop she and her Pittsburgh friends used to frequent. She remembered how her best friend Alice always insisted on sitting at the booth next to the window so they could ogle any boys that walked by. She remembered everything about that moment even down to the pattern on their school uniforms and Alice's bruised knuckles from a run-in with Sister Mary Gertrude for being late to class that she wore like a badge of honor. It was a surprisingly happy memory to suddenly have in the midst of the end of the world.<br/><br/>As he continued to stare, she saw a hint of sadness that he seemed to be holding back from her, but The sunny California refuge brought a smile to the corner of her mouth. He was leading them there. In the midst of the golden scene, she felt fear upon her back. She felt Michael cut it off and she took a moment to catch her breath.<strong>"I will try to share your burden if you'll let me. Maybe... You might be able to teach me. Just... Think about it." </strong><br/><br/>She didn't expect an answer right now and left him to consider her offer. She scrambled into the truck and braced herself against the side of the wheel well as they began to move.