[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)[/center][hr][hr]

The old man kept up his pace through the still mentionable layer of snow as he moved ever towards his destination, not that he knew what it was or when he would reach it. And for good measure, only he was allowed to call him 'old'. If you did, well, you might not like the old man standing in front of you with an axe. But alas, Alexander was alone right there, and nobody was in any position to call him by names.

Alexander turned a corner, avoiding what he had suspected was a building about to collapse, when he was met by a street filled with snow. Lots of it, as if the road workers hadn't been doing their job for years. Alexander certainly wasn't going to pick a shovel and start shovelling away the snow. But the snow meant that whatever Walker was in the street, probably was still frozen beneath the masses of snow. Hopefully. And since Alexander was in no mood to turn around, he kept on walking, albit at a slow and careful pace. 

As far as Alexander knew, the street he had entered was only inhabited by the massive flanks of snow surrounding him. But he still looked over his shoulder once in a while and scanned the windows of the surrounding buildings every so often, just to be sure. He knew from past experiences that this would have been a perfect ambush-sight, especially for greens. And while he was looking as diligently as he could from his position down at the street, he was only hoping that it didn't come back to bite him in the ass later. Alexander caught sight of what he thought was an old café beside him, though he suspected it was as empty the Devil's promise, and sighed. [color=662d91]"Damnit, I could really use some coffee right now..."[/color]