<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>Chrissa, Open.<br/><br/>Ah good. Actual planning was happening now. Madelyn always felt better if she was working towards something.<br/><br/>She raised a feeble hand when the girl from the truck (Billy had called her Chris?) asked if she knew how to handle the rifle.<strong>"I'm shit for aim, but my brother took me shooting a few times out at the quarry back home. At least I could scare people off."</strong>She never thought she'd have the chance to literally call 'shotgun.'<br/><br/><strong>"I could also drive your truck for you if you wanted to play defense, but I'm pretty much garbage with a manual transmission if that's what you've got." </strong><br/><br/>The new boy that had joined them was another that Madelyn had seen around but didn't know. She addressed him now.<strong>"If you're better than me with a rifle, which honestly wouldn't take much, then by all means, I'll leave it to you."</strong>She wondered at her willingness to leave her fate in the hands of people who were for the most part strangers, but if Michael was at ease at their presence, then it must be all right. After all, didn't she see him visibly relax when the girl in the white truck had arrived?<br/><br/><strong>"Oh right. I should mention that I haven't been in Texas that long, so I don't really know some of you other than passing the the halls, but I'm Madelyn. Call me Maddy."</strong>She looked particurlarly at Elizabeth, Tristyn, and Chrissa, hoping they'd at least tell her their names in turn.