[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]

What was the normal and most sensible thing to do when hearing a loud sound in the apocalypse? Depending on what it was, various courses of action were justifiable, though Alexander took one which certainly was a cold one. Before realizing what the sound was, he had thrown himself sides, landing on his stomach down behind a pile of snow. His previous thoughts of an ambush echoed from his war-experiences, and thus taking cover from the sure to be gunfire was his first priority. The second would be to identify the sourch of gunfire and fire back. Good for him, or bad, depending on whether you thought he was smart or just making a fool of himself, it wasn't bullets that hit him. 

They were words, coming from somewhere down the street. Alexander's eyes caught the sight of someone, a woman, popping up from behind a large snow drift, calling out to him. [color=662d91]"What the...."[/color] He whispered to himself, slowly realizing what was actually going on. She called out to him, telling him to come forward and warm up. Slowly Alexander got back up on his feet, having slung the fireaxe on his shoulder and walking slowly forward. She might not have been shooting at him now, but any sudden moves might give off the wrong impression. 

[color=662d91]"That's awfully nice of you, Miss. I feared you were going to shoot me."[/color] Alexander replied to the woman, her accent one he hadn't heard for many years. He kept walking forward slowly, listening to what the New Zeelander told him, still not entirely sure how to take it all. It might well have been a finely set-up trap, or she was just as lonely as Alexander was. He hoped for the latter. [color=662d91]"Nice to meet you, Sergeant Holler, and thanks for not shooting me. I was afraid I wasn't going to see anyone el..."[/color] Alexander continued to say as he made his way through the path beside the snow drift, when all of sudden he stopped dead in his tracks, his words ceasing to spew forth as he lay eyes on It. A tank. 

[color=662d91]"...now that's something I wasn't expecting...Explains how you're faring so well out here in the cold."[/color] Alexander let his eyes wander back and forth across the tank. He had seen tanks before in his life, both standing still and used in combat to great effect, but to see one still in use? He was surprised, but it slowly dripped away from his face as he looked back at the self-proclaimed [i]Sergeant Holler[/i]. [color=662d91]"Alexander, nice to meet you...and of you not to shoot me. Thanks. So, is she yours?"[/color]