[b]Alex Clark - Outpost[/b]

It had been a tumultuous month for Alex. Once he had woken up in Haywood a day and a half later, pale from bloodloss and shock from the shotwound in his side and the multiple stabbing wounds. He didn't remember much from the few days after that, but eventually he found himself on his feet again, and a scout again. Sylar, a man he respected, was now the leader of the scouts, Enrique, who had a bit of a questionnable reputation since the events in Haywood, was their drill sargeant nasty, as he recalled from the website TV tropes, back when there was internet. Oh, the internet. It had been ages since he had accessed the internet. How strange life went. However, he had learned from the events at Haywood. He had learned to be even more careful of the people around him, and to never let himself be led astray again. To stay true to himself and not to let anyone use him for their own purposes so obviously. And he had learned that Reggie had been right. He was weak. He might've beaten a single man in a fight to the death, something that still haunted him to this day, but he nearly got himself killed in the process. He had to grow tougher, stronger, faster and smarter if he wanted to survive, and for that reason, combined with his desire to stay with the Scouts, he threw himself on Enrique's drills like noone in the entire Outpost did. The rifle in his hands felt comfortable now. Yes, Enrique's training was already showing in Alex near the end of the month, as his physical capabilities aswell as marksmanship skills were rapidly rising. However, nothing grew as fast as his confidence. He knew his greatest fear, to lose those around him and to die himself, and in the past he had always been too weak to save others, or himself for that matter. The solution had been to grow stronger, and here he stood. If he ever wanted to be able to save others, he had to believe in his own skills, something that was finally coming. His old pitchfork abandoned and replaced by a rifle, his trusted survival knife on his belt. 

[b]Outspost - Scouts[/b]

Now preparing for his first scouting mission in a long time, Alex checked his gear for the third time, just to be sure. The Scouts had grown considerably in numbers eversince the Haywood incident, and amongst them little groups had started forming. Much to his dismay, Alex wasn't truly a part of any of them. He knew the veterans pretty well, but they still saw him as a child in need of help, while the newer people were estranged by his determination and resulting solitude, and had refrained from befriending him much.