<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Madelyn Kovac<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>Madelyn was sure she jumped when the pounding on the door started. Though she shouldn't have been, she was strangely surprised that there was still anyone else at the complex. She'd just been thinking about how sometimes groups need to be threatened by an outside force to really begin to bond as a coherent unit. Almost on cue, Michael informed them that someone was doing just that. Jack immediately assumed it was the creepy guy from earlier, but she had to admit it was a reasonable assumption. Especially since they had history.<br/><br/>The new guy at the door looked upset, but reasonable enough. Maybe he'd join up with them too. Elena walked past him and made for the stairs, and shortly thereafter, Tristyn followed, visibly upset. Her head started to hurt in anticipation of the forthcoming confrontation. This wouldn't do at all.<br/><br/>She opened her backpack and pulled the dull hatchet out. She slid the handle into a belt loop on her jeans and let it hang from there before expressing her thoughts.<strong>"What's the point of it? Isn't it kind of a stupid plan? I mean, disabling all the vehicles. What is that supposed to accomplish? I mean stranding a bunch of desperate people in a small area with you... Won't that just end badly?" </strong>She looked around then blushed as she realized she wasn't really contributing anything useful.<br/><br/><strong>"Ok. Here's what I think. If he's as dangerous as you say, there's safety in numbers... Who knows, maybe he can be diplomatic? Maybe Billy and Chrissa could stay on the balcony. They have ranged weapons."</strong>She spoke in a strange detached sort of way as she strategized aloud.<strong>"Melee fighters should all go down to the parking lot. Those of us who can't fight, we could stay here and defend."</strong>The girl had watched her brothers play one too many video games perhaps.<br/><strong><br/>"What do you think, Michael?"</strong>