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

[b]"Nelson Jenkins."[/b] The man said, and gave Alex a firm handshake.

Nodding now they knew eachother's names, he gave Nelson an inspecting look. He seemed totally fine ecept for the broken nose and a few bruises and scratches, which he could've gotten from being dragged here in a hurry aswell. [b]"So, ... Nelson... How do you feel? You okay in there?"[/b] He asked somewhat hesitantly. He could go on explaining how the Outpost worked, but knew from experience that that sorted itself out pretty nicely. Isaac had already determined that the man was allright, physically at least, but that still didn't make Alex feel as if he was okay. How had he made it this far on his own? He definately must've been with some sort of group before, right? He would've been dead himself a long time ago if it wasn't for the group of tourists he'd been travelling with initially. Amongst them had been an old Indian man who turned out to be a retired Gurkha, and he could take on crawlers with a blindfold and one arm tied behind his back. He shook his head to get rid of the memories and listened to Nelson instead.