[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Newnan Hospital[/center][hr][hr]

Call it 'getting older', 'feeling it in your bones' or whatever floated you goat, Alexander had grown a healthy - or unhealthy habit, depending on who you asked - of waking up early in the morning as of later years. He would wake up to find himself reasonably awake, and not being able to go back to sleep, and so he preferred to just wake up and go about his business. That morning was different. 

The old man woke up from his slumber like usual, the process helped by the notion of something falling onto his head. His eyes remained closer for a moment, as he felt whatever fell on him follow a certain rythm. It was something wet. Opening his eyes at least, he saw through his blurry vision what was going on; the roof was leaking. Alexander gave off an irritated sigh as he shuffled out of the corner he slept in during the night, over to somewhere dry. The sounds of the creaking building was the only audible thing he heard that was of concern to him, but the ol' veteran shut his eyes again, still cluthing to that pistol as he just tried to rest. 

Where the dripping had failed to awaken Alexander's senses, the gunshot surely did its job. Before he knew it, Alexander was up on his feet and head held low, his pistol held in front of him ready to take on whoever was shooting at him. For they had to be after him, right? But for all the effort he put into sensing his surroundings, the aftermath of the lone gunshot was as oblivious to Alexander's existence. The shot wasn't meant for him it would seem. But then, who? Alexander looked out of the window, looking for any sign of the gunman outside of the hospital. Nothing. He wasn't really sure what to expect; any sign of human activity was better than the complete isolation he had been forced into as of lately, though he didn't know if it was friend or foe. But he was sure of one thing, and that was that he wasn't alone. Somewhere out there, there were still people. Living people, not like Them. But where? 

That question he pondered on as he removed the rubble in front of the door and quietly went out into the hallway. He headed towards the stairs and the second floor. He needed a better view of the outside.