[b]Alex Clark - The Outpost - Nelson[/b]

Still caught in a downward spiral od depressing thoughts a sudden agressive [b]"Where the fuck am I?"[/b] ripped him into reality. He shook upright, nearly throwing the chair against the wall, and turned towards the now awake man. The guy seemed to be less amused and gave him an angry glance as he inspected his surroundings. Answering the man in his undisputable British accent he explained how he got here. [b]"You're in the Outpost mate. A society of survivors. We found you in a crashed car, swarmed with crawlers. It's a miracle you survived the crash, and that's also the only reason that the small herd of crawlers couldn't get to you. We had to tear you out of there. Is your nose allright?"[/b] Alex replied on a soothing tone, showing his empty hands as he came a little closer. Isaac had set the bone straight with some thightly strapped bandage, and had said it was allright, but the man's shirt was soaked with his own blood. Looking at his own, he was still splattered with crawler guts aswell.

[b]"We've patched you up a bit and brought you here to recover. There's some stuff going on outside, but I'd rather have you wait here untill Isaac or Reggie returns."[/b] Alex continued, trying to keep the man occupied with a lot of information, trying to be open as to not alarm him. Stepping forwards even more he offered the other man a hand. [b]"Oh, by the way, the name's Alex. Alex Clark."[/b] He introduced himself. The other man would probably have noticed already that he was British, but that aside he seemed to be of about the same age as Alex was.