<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>Anyone.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah yah. Thanks."</strong>Madelyn accepted the handkerchief and wiped away her bloody tear. "<strong>Nahthing happened that I can rilly explain. I'm... I'm ahright nahw. Les just say I know beyahnd a shadow of a daht that if yinz wannah stay alive, youse gahtta stick with Michael. He's right abaht evahthing."</strong>Most of the time she supressed her Pittsburgh accent, but times like this when tension was high, it tended to come through. She suddenly became extremely self-conscious and it was apparent that she was trying to collect herself.<br/><br/>She tightened her grip on the bicycle she wheeled along beside her and stuffed the blood-stained handkerchief into her pocket. Her words were more controlled now, and the embarrassing accent was much less noticeable.<strong>"Again. Thanks for this... Jack, right? I'll replace it for you somehow."</strong><br/><br/>She took a moment to survey who was around them. Billy, the class president was here. Jack... He was a bit notorious. The other girl, she recognized as a cheerleader, but didn't remember her name. She made a mental note to introduce herself when the time was right.<br/><br/>Not only was she relatively new at the school, but theater geeks tended to socialize with other theater geeks and not many others. Melancholy once again crept up on Madelyn as she wondered what Nina and Greg must be doing. They were pretty much the only ones she hung out with at school and neither had cars, so they weren't here. Would they be dead soon too? She really wished she had something to do. All this waiting was just going to make her dwell on things she couldn't fix. She hated things she couldn't fix.<br/><br/>The small but growing group was feeble now, but Maddy knew how strong people could become in a crisis. She felt that Michael had chosen her, so maybe he'd chosen everyone else here somehow as well. She moved so she was now shoulder to shoulder with Michael and looked out at the other students scrambling around. She quietly addressed him.<strong>"Thank you. For trying to save our lives. In case we forget to thank you later."</strong><br/><br/>The girl from the white truck was another face that she'd seen around school, but didn't really know. Maddy answered her question despite not knowing the answer for the simple fact that if she was engaged in conversation, she wouldn't have to think about the forthcoming doom.<strong>"I don't know, but I have a feeling it will be harder to find people who aren't looking for trouble now..."</strong>