<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>open<br/><br/>It was not Tristyn's words that roused Madelyn from her thoughts. It was the expectant silence. Somewhere nearby something creaked. She really hoped the apartment didn't have a rat infestation. Snakes would be worse though. She'd heard snakes were common in Texas. It was a nice apartment though. They shouldnt have to worry about that tonight. It was probably just the building settling.<br/><br/>She looked around, vaguely startled to see everyone looking at her expectantly.<strong>"Oh. My turn? Sorry, I thought I heard... whatever, nevermind.... So, introduction, right? Full name Madelyn Melody Verona Kovac. Just call me Maddy. I just moved here in August before school started. I know I talk funny sometimes - It's just Pittsburgheese. So yeah, that's where I'm from. I'm a theatre geek. I sing, I dance, I act, but that was back east at Central Catholic. So... Yes I was a Catholic school girl, I've heard all the stereotypes, and no they're not all true, let's drop it and move on. These days, well since I came here, I'm mostly just a stagehand." </strong>She spoke with a hint of resentment at this revelation, but continued.<strong>"Because of that I learned I'm really good at repairing electronics and carpentry. Other than that... one of my brothers played a lot of Zombie games when I was a kid. It's kind of a Pittsburgh thing - George Romero n'at. So in theory I know how to survive the apocalypse... I mean it could be worse - at least the dead aren't walking. I mean they're not, right, Michael?" </strong>She finished with a weak laugh, but it was difficult to be jovial.<br/><br/>Madelyn continued and nodded to the blind blonde.<strong>"Michael mentioned family. If this thing is real, and I truly believe it is, my entire family is dead. Dad, my brothers are both a lot older than me... I'll never see them again." </strong>Her voice trailed off before she continued.<strong>"I just want to say this: Everyone in the room is suffering loss right now. That being the case, I'm all on board with building a new family. I feel that it's what our loved ones would want. I dont believe any of us should have to go it alone or decide to just lie down and give up. We have to keep living, and maybe together we can rebuild something that they would be proud of. Something beautiful... You know... I was supposed to recite a sonnet today for English Class. I think it's appropriate, so please, just indulge me." </strong>Ever an actor she knew which words to emphasise for maximum emotional impact.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and locked eyes with Jack and Tristyn in turn.<br/><strong> "They that have power to hurt and will do none, <br/> That do not do the thing they most do show," </strong><br/><br/>Now she looked to Michael.<br/><strong> "Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, <br/> Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow," </strong><br/><br/>She smiled at Chrissa as she continued.<br/><strong> "They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces <br/> And husband nature’s riches from expense" </strong><br/><br/>Now Billy bore her two colored gaze.<br/><strong> "They are the lords and owners of their faces, <br/> Others but stewards of their excellence." </strong><br/><br/>Her next couplet she recited to Elizabeth and Vivian then turned toward Elena.<br/><strong> "The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet, <br/> Though to itself it only live and die," </strong><br/><br/>She had made the rounds and made everyone feel as if she was speaking to them and now she focused on the floor as the final four phrases fell from her lips in perfect Iambic pentameter, blissfully unaware that someone else might be listening.<br/><strong> "But if that flower with base infection meet, <br/> The basest weed outbraves his dignity: <br/> For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; <br/> Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds." </strong><br/><br/>She let the words hang in the air. The sonnet was in some ways a warning to those that would let inhumanity worm it's way into what would become her new family. Though she knew that she sounded like an inspirational speech from a movie or an after school special, she didn't care. Maybe her words could change the minds of people who were still undecided. As this was also her opportunity to ask questions she began.<strong>"Michael I wanted to ask, how did you..." </strong>She would have ended the question with 'share your vision with me.' but thought better of it. It might serve only to cause more unease. She could ask him in private later.<strong>"No, nevermind. I've spent enough time rambling havent I? I'm done. Who's next?"  </strong>