[b]Nelson - The Outpost - Alex[/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 alright?" The man in the corner answered. He spoke with a noticeable British accent that sort of put Nelson at ease.

A society of survivors... Well, it could be worse. He could be in one of the walker's stomachs if they hadn't of saved him. Nelson cracked a smile at his near-death experience. It wasn't the first time he'd cheated death. At age ten, he fell through a greenhouse roof from his garage and broke three of his limbs and had a major concussion for about four weeks. Somebody upstairs was smiling down on Nelson, it was almost like they had a plan for him and didn't want him to die just yet. Nelson started daydreaming until the British man spoke again, which brought him back into reality.

 "Oh, by the way, the name's Alex. Alex Clark." He said.

Nelson squinted before extending his right hand to Alex. "Nelson Jenkins."